So Lauren’s back on drugs. And I don’t know if I should laugh or if that dope’s still dangerous, but I miss every birthday. Can barely remember my own age these days. How you never think about it till you gotta go without it (then it’s all I ever do) Some nights I’m sure she only calls for nostalgia. Some nights I don’t even blame her. It was a shotgirl summer and someone needs to drink less. She said “the place has been packed”, the patrons are packing I guess. So Lauren called my bluff. And all the cocaine stocks in Brockley couldn’t stop me shutting up. There goes another decade; some kind of bar that we made it this far. How you never dream about it till you go to sleep without it (then it’s all you dream about). Some nights I swear she only calls for nostalgia. Some nights I don’t even blame her. It was a shotgirl summer and someone needs to sniff less. She said “the place has been packed”, the patrons are packing I guess. It was a shockwave summer of sixteen months suppressed. She said ”the industry’s fixed, I’ve been doubling shifts, it’s been stress”. I cast a stone into the lake and let the ripples break. I cast a spell and I commit to chaos. I cast a stone into the lake and I submit to fate. I commit to chaos magic! It was the shock of the calm, then the rush. The contrast of the cool air then the crush. It was a shockwave summer of sixteen months suppressed. She said “If I wanna destress then the old drugs are best so don’t judge”