The

work-

a-

days

were

prop-

ping

the

bar

qui-

et-

ly

e-

ra-

sing

the

week

and

i

was

in

a

cor-

ner-

booth

thin-

king

Pre-

ten-

ding

to

read

a-

bout

the

im-

pos-

si-

b-

li-

ty

of

one

to

love

un-

con-

di-

tio-

nal-

ly

and

words

that

we

drive

in-

to

the

ground

Their

re-

pe-

ti-

tion

starts

to

thin

their

mea-

ning.

Then

e-

very-

thing

got

frighte-

ning-

ly

still

as

they

ente-

red

in-

ter-

sec-

ted

the

floor

and

i

tried

to

choke

my

stare

the

per-

fec-

tion

that

o-

thers

would

kill

for.

But

all

of

the

parts

are

the

same

on

e-

very

face

few

va-

ria-

bles

change.

The

dif-

fe-

ren-

ces

pale

when

com-

pared

to

the

si-

mi-

la-

ri-

ty

they

share

Fi-

nal-

ly

there

is

cla-

ri-

ty

and

there

is

pur-

pose

af-

ter

all,

but

e-

very

night

ends

the

same

as

i'm

col-

lap-

sing

once

more

by

your

side.

Fi-

nal-

ly

there

is

cla-

ri-

ty...

this

ti-

ny

life

is

ma-

king

sense.

and

e-

very

drop

numbs

the

both

of

us,

but

i

a-

lone

am

stag-

ge-

ring.