Sports Neighborhood

Who are we? bless this bottle
Line the floor with glass and try not to stumble
What’s the difference in empty and loaded?
We’re different layers of the same fucking substance
Are we moving up or down?
Either way we’re out of reach
Let’s stop and think about where this is going or retreat
There’s no point in trying to retrace
Past animals occupying dead space
It’s all timing
We live for holidays and occupying space