I take, better things
Fabricate them into monstrosities
I take my unpleasant dream
And recreate them into my memories
When does it stop
We don't know
But the man to wipe my name's
A no show
We talk for hours and my drinks gone stale
Still we're counting our pawns and there's bills in the mail
Place a big bet
So i'm obsessed
Forty bucks for relief
But it's pretend
They say i'm just sad
I haven't bled yet
But i'll survive
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