Salvages

Boston's colder than it usually is
My mom says to give her best
I'm an idiot, but at least I can say that with my chest
Another fist fight in the parking lot
I heard Michael tried to hang himself
It's not funny that the belt snapped, but I'm laughing 'bout it now
Everyone I know is sober now or dead
And the straight edge kids for some reason all have the messy heads
And he's only twenty one, but has three kids
I don't talk much to my parents 'cept when I get sick again
Stole a trench coat from The Wiltern
Drove home drunk by accident
Dreamt I lost on Wheel of Fortune, what a weird coincidence
God I wanna call him so bad it might kill me
Spit up every single word inside my head
But I can settle for a couple hours of staring at my
Everyone back home is married or engaged
Another body in the another unfamiliar name
I heard Emily's got bone cancer, but I don't know what stage
Don't feel too much different, all I know is I don't
I don't feel the same
Oh, God, summers had a fun way with the vengeance
Last time I went home, I started to get seasick
And there's a motherfucking deer trapped on salvages
I don't talk much to my parents, 'cept for unpaid bills, and funeral invitations