because i tend to work on weekends
and when i'm done
you're out, you see
these weekends still separate your life
and i'm honestly just too tired
but the middle of the week
when i'm up and wired
your sleeping
because you have to wake up early
it's 2 am and i've got nothing to do at all
i'm so fucked and high
with no reason at all
photographs only in black and white
colour doesn't get me like it used to
something about missing miami
it's waters were so damn blue
so i have to be more interested
in the grey scale of the north
and the winter that it's bringing me
otherwise i'll go crazy
the contrast and the midtones
the hue makes everything so seem so unhealthy
so does saturation
so fuck all saturation
i predict that i'll go back
and that i'll have to leave again
it's so hard to get up to go
when you get up
only to be seated once again
and forced for 5 hours
to think about your decision
of coming home again
even though you only wanted to stay right there
THE PLOT OF EVERY STORY LINE I PITCH
SOMEHOW ENDS UP ON THAT FUCKING PENINSULA
