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.
