Drunk, mourning
Aimless and floating
Lost, unimportant
No second chances
Just stolen glances
Feel it sink in slow
You’ve lost the glow
Painful and reeling
Head in the ceiling
Fan was rolling
Nothing’s really golden
Aching pain
Swelling brain
Hangover tomorrow
Tough to swallow
Stuck in a roundabout
I need to close out
It’ll only start again
How soon till we reach the end
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