oh, i wasn't drunk last night, slept in on a friday, i'm burned out by bar scenes, they've done nothing for me, across a decade, i didn't see, a pay out, a filled out form, convalescence, a distant storm, to be less than any need, i'm at once, forever, freed, this can't be made to play, i've lived it, had my say, to keep wandering, that'd be a hitch, a simple glitch, he called me a liar, though i didn't feel it, truth is: i never left, so back to the asylum, and here i'll stay, with chopped hair, bruised mind, a lack of care, orange rind, bread to choke, i'd feed a fire, too much smoke, breathe to inspire, and i go yes, i go
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