TheDeceased
Ex-Bluelighter
My face is giving birth to stomach babies
And my brain needs a new set of batteries
To fuel absurd re-constructions of events from last night
All values are opposite, in the light of the day
What I saw as hilarity was a freakish display
Fractions of fictional fables
Slurred and murmured
Incomprehensible
More stomach babies
The rush of liquid mixed with the pain makes me wish I was dead
Too bad memories don’t fit down the drain
But at least they'll drown in a bottle of red
And my brain needs a new set of batteries
To fuel absurd re-constructions of events from last night
All values are opposite, in the light of the day
What I saw as hilarity was a freakish display
Fractions of fictional fables
Slurred and murmured
Incomprehensible
More stomach babies
The rush of liquid mixed with the pain makes me wish I was dead
Too bad memories don’t fit down the drain
But at least they'll drown in a bottle of red
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