It's one of those nights

Where I am up too late and I drank too much, and I'm listening to Iron and Wine and googling Latigo Flint (Where are you Latigo, where are you? You belong in that box with all the things I left behind a year ago, when I was on the top of my game and I knew what I was, before it fell apart and I lost track of it, before I lost that part of myself that I had fallen in love with, before I fell out of love with myself, you belong to that part)