1. Well the wind and the trees are ganging up on meThey sing my funeral song in harmonyWell I just want to walk home on the drunk I needBut they keep singing and singing and singing to me Today is a day of holing up in my room and being the unproductive kind of productive. It’s grey outside. I’m going to sit and be antisocial in my room, finally syncing all my apple decives together, cleaning out my spare bed, hanging up the jackets I never wore.  I like days like this, alone to myself, drinking tea trying not to be cold. Watching the sky water us down, trickling from shades of grey. I didn’t party this weekend. Thursday was enough. I’m enjoying being sober around the rain. It’s become a companion 

    Well the wind and the trees are ganging up on me
    They sing my funeral song in harmony
    Well I just want to walk home on the drunk I need
    But they keep singing and singing and singing to me

    Today is a day of holing up in my room and being the unproductive kind of productive. It’s grey outside. I’m going to sit and be antisocial in my room, finally syncing all my apple decives together, cleaning out my spare bed, hanging up the jackets I never wore. 

    I like days like this, alone to myself, drinking tea trying not to be cold. Watching the sky water us down, trickling from shades of grey.

    I didn’t party this weekend. Thursday was enough. I’m enjoying being sober around the rain. It’s become a companion 

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