Twisted up sheets
Devolving thoughts
Bleary drive home
Jagged rocks
Picking up pieces all over your floor
Your mind is rudderless
You already want more
Your own company is becoming a chore
Don’t give in to the scant morning light
The gray and the damp and the taste of metal
Alcohol primes the fear of going a step, always too far
stay in your skin, you are who you are
Warm sun on your face and the black soft hound
Do what it takes, just for today
A man said whatever gets you through the night
And I think he was right
Another one said let love rule
He was right too
Keep your gaze fixed on the moon
She is your sister and she's playing your tune
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