I'm wearing a Bob Dylan shirt
from H&M
from a million years ago
don't remember.
I cut off the sleeves
and I cut off the collar
to give it a good, new life.
My tattoos are showing boldly
and it's a long hot day
after a long hot night
with a splash of whiskey on repeat.
There's always another girl
and another day until the end
and the internet has me checking.
I wait for that tomorrow
that I see a borrowed muse again
in her systematically unleashed glory.
Won't know why the time
and will probably cut my heart out
but it will still be good and wroth a damn.