I've started to cry.
I've started to find my body can't move.
I don't know what to do anymore.
When I can't do anything.
She held a beer can in her hand, filled with water.
He walked up to her and sat next to her on the wall.
He tilted his head back to look at the ceiling.
"Darling, what's this feeling I keep getting?"
She dangled her beer can in her hand and twisted her head to him.
She flipped her empty hand to his cheek and pulled him in close.
"It's not that you wanna die, it's just that you don't want this life."
With that silent statement, she handed him her beer can and slipped away.
The sounds her bare feet made on the ground being covered by the music.
He tilted his head back for a drink and smiled when he felt water hit his tongue.
"You're walking straight but you're so wasted."
