I wrap words around my head
and lift it high when you're around
To hide that my floors are burning
My bottles, my darlings
They're what I yearn for
I slide down the drain
The view is darker and my mood shifts back to okay
I like watching you
People pacing the pavements
I like watching you run
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Oh, that second bottle.
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