The bottle is empty
The cigarette’s out
Plenty of problems
All vanished in drought
I slump in a chair
Eyes fixed on the sky
Counting the seconds
Until I get high
A brilliant minute
Is coming my way
Shutters the world
And I fly away
From a primitive buzzing
Of a despondent day
To a precious illusion
That begs me to stay
In a world without ache
And the ex-lovers too
Only whispers in veins
Eclipse echo of you
But after each high
Comes all the low
Silence is louder
Than I used to know
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