New Year's Eve,
spent with new friends,
in a new bar,
on the edge of town.
Slowing down,
moving on,
newer friends,
coming undone at the smallest things.
You take a bit
to numb the ache
you're feeling sick
too much "cake"
friends all leave
it just I and me
in a crack den across town, a funny mess you're in.
Stagger around
find your feet
higher than a kite
beyond belief
grab your coat
beacon of red
among the dying
and the dead.
Swear this is the last time,
you'll start again.
Wonder if you're lying,
playing pretend.
Swear this is the last time.
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