Cotton wool head from a haze
Left last night
No memory guilt of a play I performed
Or the wake from my storm
Call this the fun
From hands caked in dirt from a
Dastardly way
Oh my head is all soft yet loud as the day
I ain't laughing
The stars from the night still go spin round
My head
Played goggle the glasses
**** tortuous grape
I fell from the edge of a life
Not my will
My day should be better
I've taken the pill
Still only a whisper sounds loud as
The gods
My long for another
Go fetch me some grog
The fog once returns
Old lines reappear
As taste from the happy tree
Brings smile to my cheer
So all can be forgotten
All evil away
No worries on everything
Just beer for the day
No trip into guilty
No promise to make
A life that was living
All fallen away
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 1:15 AM UTC
Cotton wool head from a haze
Left last night
No memory guilt of a play I performed
Or the wake from my storm
Call this the fun
From hands caked in dirt from a
Dastardly way
Oh my head is all soft yet loud as the day
I ain't laughing
The stars from the night still go spin round
My head
Played goggle the glasses
**** tortuous grape
I fell from the edge of a life
Not my will
My day should be better
I've taken the pill
Still only a whisper sounds loud as
The gods
My long for another
Go fetch me some grog
The fog once returns
Old lines reappear
As taste from the happy tree
Brings smile to my cheer
So all can be forgotten
All evil away
No worries on everything
Just beer for the day
No trip into guilty
No promise to make
A life that was living
All fallen away
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