Floating On Ice

Partaayyy

I can’t go back, I know that.
So I’m just going to listen to music
And look at the clouds and feel
Feelings and shit. 
The aftertaste lingering in the disco
Ball of the empty party still leaks
Out of the open doors, long after
It ended. End? When did it start?
I was there and wasn’t there,
I came but never came,
But I haven’t left. 
Plus, the walls are covered in shitty
Drawings and I can’t leave
Without leaving my own. 

Oh hey, it’s raining outside. Yeah,
There’s no way I’m going back. 
They say if you look up into the sky
You will see what you want most.
I look at the mud and think 
“I want to die.”
I’d like to drown, or be sliced
Down to the bones by cracked
Beer bottles or bleed from the inside
From the pounding loudspeakers.
That’s not too hard;
I’d be insignificant that way,
And everyone can forget me in the span
Of a mic drop and the silencing
Din, leaving only a dead ringing
In their bloody ears.