I almost never do this. But I felt like it. My re-interpretation of "Wouldn't it be Nice" by the Beach Boys.

Wouldn't it be tight if we were sober?
Then we wouldn't have to shake so long.
And aching in the sun till day was over,
you could read your poems, I'd sing my song.

You think we're tied together with some tether,
But when you see I'm gone you'll know it's better.

Wouldn't it be nice to never wake up,
no more mourning - no - the day is through.
And after having lost weekends together,
scrape together our old love letters till they're true.

These ****ing painful times that we've been spending,
I wish that each OD was never-ending.

Oh, wouldn't that be tight?

Maybe if we smoke and drink and shoot up veins until they're blue.
'Til we can't run.
Maybe then, again, there won't be a single thing that we could do.
I'm done, done, done.

You know that it would be scary.
Oh, it would be scary.

But wouldn't that be tight?

You forget the less we confess through vomit,
it takes our cracks and breaks to sweet atomic.
But let's stop and vomit.

Oh, wouldn't that be tight?

nice revision- I used to sing that song as a teenager all summer long....nothing better than Endless Nights Of Summer.

Dark, yet highly amusing.

reading this I wanted to drop-and-roll, as burning in this heat of darkened soul, fires raged, as this entity is caged.
fear-not anything, as the fear YOU live, just to-BE.
Finding ones meat, under the flesh, is truly-in,all-of-us,wink..

Nice take, on the Beach-boys,,wink,lol