i used to keep things late evenings endless and repeat until depleted still dont know your name we drink from hand me down kitchenware one sided arguments im waking up with new cuts another unfulfilling weekend casual cries for help and undertones of distress hold out your glass ill pour until you say when the unforgiving cycle home i navigate familiar roads christmas lights to left and right set on timers to go off at night steering into parked cars setting off alarms witnesses on porches with extended arms aiming towards me im sorry i no longer keep things late evenings reckless repress until deleted what is to be gained we toast with hand me down kitchenware a lack of self control no ounce of moderation its past the point to where its just sad shall we destroy ourselves with nothing less than top shelf hold out your glass ill pour until you say when i re read the transcript we exchanged for twenty minutes i re read the transcript prior to deleting it