We're All in Our Own Sticky Hell.

Your leather jacket covers your burns.
Drunk in a plastic nature you learn
To love the stench of fog.

Your solitude is social,
Social when alone,
A loner when (happy).

They're so close it hurts.

Cry for stupidity.
Cry for attainability.
Cry for sustainability.
Cry for nobility.
Cry for me. Cry for you. Cry for us.