we gawk at the raising prices. our fathers continue to earn. we smile hard enough for the truth to burn. dreams unfulfilled, a voice that couldn't rise. i stare unpleasantly at our infamous compromise. i stir what is stale. in hopes of a surprise. you let things simmer, for stability is your prize.
lungs inflate. pupils dilate. our blood begins to thin. as heads begin to spin. so slightly...ever so lightly... we start to relax. and become we used to be. before the sugar. the hops. and the nicotine.
eyebrows arch inward as your voice begins to fray. eyes dipped in denial squint and turn away. because secrets were not allowed. we judge each other for things we swore we never would. one promise at a time, our bond begins to break. this was not supposed to happen. there lies too much at steak. we grab bottles and sink into songs lyrically vacant and obnoxiously loud. our wavering troubles are to stay. our faces meant to blend within the crowd.
heads tilted into silence, we tell ourselves it's not that bad.
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