it isn’t at all accidental running into someone at a supermarket years later, you just hadn’t noticed them hunting you down the tundras of the frozen food aisle, grazing along like buffalo in meat, only to be cornered when you’d strayed from the herd and ventured into legumes. You poor, poor thing. Carnivores before herbivores.

Hey you remember that thing you wrote..
Yeah, yeah I do, but let me stop you before you continue,
See here’s the thing, the people, the places,
They never mattered, they were never the muse,
It was always the whiskey