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I grab hold of the morning And my head is still churning Internalizing all last nights decisions Dividing facts from visions The lights flicker I remember all the liquor My stomach begins to turn I feel my eyes burn I see last nights dinner And I'm feeling a bit thinner I stumble into the kitchen I hear my consciousness ******** Everything seems so hazy Hoping i didn't do anything crazy Found my phone in the sink It rang 32 times and i didn't even miss a wink I check my voice mail Its from Jared, something about the holy grail I ignore it and chug some orange juice I start feeling less loose Living life at the bottom of the bottle Telling myself I'm living "full throttle" Trying not to see the dead drop ahead I go back to bed Sleep away last night And await the next delight.
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
Last Night.
I grab hold of the morning And my head is still churning Internalizing all last nights decisions Dividing facts from visions The lights flicker I remember all the liquor My stomach begins to turn I feel my eyes burn I see last nights dinner And I'm feeling a bit thinner I stumble into the kitchen I hear my consciousness ******** Everything seems so hazy Hoping i didn't do anything crazy Found my phone in the sink It rang 32 times and i didn't even miss a wink I check my voice mail Its from Jared, something about the holy grail I ignore it and chug some orange juice I start feeling less loose Living life at the bottom of the bottle Telling myself I'm living "full throttle" Trying not to see the dead drop ahead I go back to bed Sleep away last night And await the next delight.
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Dec 11, 2011
Dec 11, 2011 at 5:29 PM UTC
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