it's all wrong, it's alright, it's all wrong, it's alright

line the shores with hospital beds let them sleep by the sea if nothing else they can jump the fence untethered from the bodies but when the credits roll i still won't get up to leave because behind the smoke screen of relapse there's figures waiting for me some days i'd like to stay some days i'd like to drift away i've never had an original thought but i keep thinking them anyway so what will it be: a slice of life, or a chunk of wrist?

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