The whites and lace in that spring place
What once was done, desired to face
Milky innocence once bathed my lips
Now drowned in whiskey and water I sipped
Tie and tights tied
up in sighs and lies
Bred of wine and born of crime
All this' been done that's happened before
Again a mask of silence I swore
A shallow hole I want to cover
Instead I swallow and squander
I lie awake and wait
in sweat and regret I try to dry
in the sheets and heat, O to be clean
and free from friends and means
Scars built from secrets spilt
Shame wrapped in gauze and bandages fold
For this that's mine to bear:
What is done cannot be untold
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