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Nights Out

The right amount of numb 
Need to stop drinking this rum 
Holding on tight 
To this rope ever so light 
The walls are caving in
The light shining bright is going dim 
Why don’t you feel a thing?
Why do these voices in my head always ring?
One more drink 
God, please let it sink 
You start at seven thirty 
Feeling all flirty
Six cocktails down 
You’re complaining you can’t hear a thing 
It's half past twelve 
You know its a sin to delve 
But the music blasts 
The feeling won’t last 
You dive in deep
Running away from that creep 
Like all things;
This too comes to an end
Darling, where are your friends 
Is that weed?
Shit, you know where is this gonna lead 
But one joint won’t hurt 
Dragging yourself again through the dirt 
The sky is pitch black
As the oxygen in you starts to lack
Where are the stars tonight?
Something just doesn’t feel right 
Am I high again?
Stop living your life in vain 
The door opens and you crash 
Took in too much of your stash 
But its time to dream now
This night has been no less than a wow 

◄ Dad Mom

Love Unborn ►

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