Jazzy in the attempt

Like a warm dry night, an attempt at dreams with a few pints of cheap beer. What your looking for isn't always what you need.
And with the pressing through of another day for another night like this, doesn't seem like dieing comes some enough...

It always seems like this from down here with the rest of no dreams. To disappear somewhere in the regular with no voice, even though you are the voice worth speaking...

Likening the world as a joke that comes over in simples sips of cheap drinks no one ever remember....