Bleed American @ 4 AM

A Poem by Alexandra

It’s true, you can’t sleep on Acid

Today we’re getting so fucked
And it’s alright
Because if acid is where the calling is
Then I’ll be there at the right time and place
And if Stephanie has the Bluetooth to my car
And if Jhon is okay with watching me fall apart
I don’t mind f*****g up again and again

You’ll hate me more
And I’ll like the idea of losing you
If this means I can get to enjoy my own life
I’ll always unveil the true person you are behind close doors
Even if I’m dead at the end of it

Austin from Colts Neck will bring me back to life
Luke from Brooklyn will give me some sensible words over the phone
Mike from Hoboken will get me to the show

I’ll keep f*****g up again and again
It’s the best thing I can do now
Waking up in stranger’s beds
Accomplished & Renewed for the Next