It sucks
coming to the end of this bottle
it means you will flood my mind
I sip slowly from this glass
the sweetness haunts me
because it reminds me
of your touch
The end of this glass means
I have to hear the lyrics
with the music
I don't want to hear your voice anymore
I understand the turning page
you're taking back the blood
of our hearts agreement
we are no longer kin
Turning it up
my eardrums throb
and the last drops hit my tongue
you begin to part the cloudiness
These are the days
I wish I wasn't sensible
so I could flood you out
with clouds of smoke
The End
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