Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Chain smoking at 10:30 o'clock
Bottles empty
Filled with writers block
Unhealthy like the resin
You stoked
And it's not easy
I think my heart is broked
I could sleep down at the beach
But I don't go there
Sobriety is too far out of reach
I could fall in love with you
But I think not
I think I loved you once
But I forgot
My coffee is cold
My wine is warm
And I couldn't care
That I'm still awake at dawn
I could care, but I'm too high
Now there's nothing left
But moonshine raining from the sky

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