the night of, the morning after

It's like driving stick shift
On land that's hill-less
And the cracks in your bones
Can't be filled because
Of hopelessness

And soon,
You wander around
a city that's
Life lit, a majestic
Dismantled kind of perfect

You wake up,
The fears of last night still
Prominent on the curves of
Your skin, the mark of
Addiction