today and tomorrow I wont drink.
On those days I'll play like I'm a
traveling clown, heading towards
Las Vegas. Faced painted all red and white.
Cigarette smoke spreading around me
like confetti or some kind of music notes
as I tried madly to translate they're meaning.
At night I'd believe I was a bird. Trapped
to sing the same song every night while
the dark blue just ate me alive. There is no sleep
for the bottom dog. It just gets easier to be
callous. But come on, who wants to sleep
living in age like this.
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