Drenched in wine
Glamourise your petty sins
And blame it on one too many gins
And turn and look back at what you've done
In a couple of cafes and then some..
More
Than a junkie his prescribed morphine
A habit I had to kick
Before it kicked me down the drain
Before it caused me any pain.
But I can't listen to these songs, not now
I can't even write, somehow
Lost the inspiritaion and i catch myself thinking:
I won't really mind the bad
I got something new, now I want what I had
Because it gets empty and because i'm vain-
I want it back, back to me again.
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