After All

I feel it rise in me
this hot retort
we’re gonna disagree
past the point of us
making sense anymore

I wonder if it’s fear
or just the tiredness of all
the fucking sadness–
eat or starve but
everybody feeds themselves

I’m not a savior but
I also ain’t nobody’s
trial drug, another dose
to see if a little more love
could help

There’s meaning where you make it–
if you find yours at the bar
I wish you well
‘cuz it ain’t me, babe
after all

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