haunts together at once

The street's linger a decisive attitude,

Set you straight in a mood,linger's on,

It's nite, and dry. Cold.

Hand's in your pocket's

Trenching through your path

A regular amount traveled

The same old route

Diffierent attitude

Stuck this way for now,

And you can't tell how it goes,

How you feel, it's haunting

That's all you know.

Destination traveled

Afar, not more than usual

the same old route

the same old avenues, blocks,

Street lamps, stop lites, and signs.

But never the same people,

But similar one way or another.

different faces, but same old style.

Destination recieved

You feel the same haunt

So it's time to drink.

Drink it off, as much as you can,

and you lose the haunt.

sky looping attitude,

here, the same face's

Paticularily in the corner

What's going on?

you greet them.

After a double whiskey free on the house,

"What's up , my friend's"

you say,

You feel lucky, the haunt is gone

You feel free,

to get tanked tonite,

forget everything.

But maybe recap your feelings.

And simularities, in everybody.

"What's going on?"

"How did we meet?"

Inevitable, tonite

they all had a haunt

together at once.