the vodka hits the bottom of your glass,
you’re on the floor in a state of mind that i don’t understand,
so wake me up in the morning behind the back of the bar,
because the world moves too fast for us to fall.

and when the world pushes back and we’re bound to fall
– the last push for those of us who need too much of everything and nothing at all.

the push,
the shove,
gives me all the cravings,
the savings of the pitiful,
and the tablets dissolve.

wish away the lust,
the pain,
and all the withdraw
-sleep tight with the fight that will end us all


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