(Pockets to the brim; I'm born to leave This slab of concrete, stone, and dust- Florence St And its striking resemblance to the life I don't feel Fits the shoes my brother gave me) Fashioned after an inbox '95, '98, and so on The hand will always twitch before it stops Am I obligated to watch until then? Likely effects of getting older Depriving sleep, impending Alzheimers In the family amidst other things well beyond my control Did I envelope as an infant? Or when I face-planted Lindenwood? Who am I kidding, deferring guilt? I'm sure it's mostly just been me and the booze Hold up; I'm present This conversation's important. I swear Just need refreshing of what all was said I swear I'm trying hard... to combat this memory loss The graveyards where critical thoughts are born Checking for references on message boards External drives, camera dvd's Could never format holding stock for me Composition in a notebook in a motel bed between here and Vegas It's a losing battle against this inevitable disintegration Sobered up, so to speak Almost resembling a human being