Fine Lines from Nightjar by Blake Seale and the Third Wheel

Fine Lines

Cheap plastic covering on the couch
All before the cat tore the buttons
I'm out and in of
Consciousness, I'm sure

That I will have nothing to say to you
Come morning I'll barely remember the
Things we said
We'll fill in the blanks then

This place smells just like piss and alcohol
I'm cold and I'm sober and I must've
Slept on my neck wrong
There's a pinch at the base of my spine

Talked to you like you were a human being
For the first time since you were just fourteen
Years go, keep drinking
You might feel better

It's a fine line,
But I've walked it standing tall.
And I miss it sometimes,
But others not at all.

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