this is nowhere

We all sit on the curb
And we stare at the rain in our boots
The car, the clouds, the sky
While Ishmael wraps himself in the sheet again
Hell clench the fists and close his eyes
I dont know how many times
I can loan him my cigarettes
When I dont even know if hes alive
Do prophets lie?
It makes me feel less horrified
And my closets filled with
All these endless accoutrements
These shoes, these scars
These shirts, these ties
And these things
I say to make myself feel good again
Ill speak,
Ill write,
Ill laugh,
Ill lieI cant bear to sit here and drink myself sick again
Another night
When everything
I know was just a lie
And I dont even know where
Ill sleep tonight
I got nothing to do but stare at these walls
And take some time to screw my head on right
We all ended up alone, wasted here at
Silver Lake
Well work, well feed, well change, well try
I cant make any sense of this or you or anything
Im wide awake, and all our parents lied
Its not alright , and all our words collide
Awake all night