MEMORIZE

I’m a boyish mess. A boasting contest with an inferiority complex. I can’t make friends. I’ve got an eager desperation to be up on “what’s next.” I have too much sex. I say it’s ’cause I’m anxious and I’m overly stressed. I can’t take blame. I funnel through liquor and spit up my pain. I’m no good with fame. There’s a love/hate relationship with noise in my brain. Except for when you speak my name. Because you take it in vain. (Take it in vein!) I could fall asleep here. Crawl inside the sleeping bags undеr your eyes. But I stay awake to mеmorize.