I go to the bar and within two hours I leave.
Something about all those people who’ve been looking at me,
It's too much company; way, way too much company

so I walk home alone except the passing drunks and trees,

go back to a place where no eyes can bother me
where I’m shaking on a bathroom floor head unseen,
hacking till my insides move and burst through skin
covering everything.

Sleep it off where I’m safe at least till the next day,

where if anything bad happens, I open my eyes and it all goes away.