Good Time Blues

I woke up on the T; I had a bottle tipped back under my sweater and I was feeling so new.
I fell backpack into the water. I asked this guy, the sky, what I ought to do. He said realize you cant walk barefoot in the day smashing bottles in the night but its up to you.
There was this tape-loop in my face, tracing and retracing everything bad that ever happened and motherfuckers just stood there clapping.
When I got up to change the station, I wasn’t getting any useful information. That’s when I realized everybody dies and can’t rewind the lies and bad times with shaking eyes and transcendental meditation.
Its only trouble anyway, lets have a good time. Its only rubble
anyway and its only mine.
I woke up on the train. I had a bottle tipped back under my sweater and I was feeling so old.And all the fried-egg people willingly rise and fall asleep until all the mirrors are permanently broken and were fucked until the next time around; no, I’m only joking.