letting go of all i've held onto

self destruction is never pretty. the bartender actually recognized me, maybe a good/bad sign but so what. drinking tall dark microbrews and just watching the late sunday football game...and it's over, san diego loses in the last seconds, the music comes back on and two songs in it's this lifehouse song that i haven't heard since i left madison...

happy birthday, you idiot. no matter how hard you try it'll always be thrown back in your face.

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what are you gonna do?