all those sleepless hours,
laying in bed,
have got you no where.
your ideas are all trapped in your head.
with no place to go,
but into tainted oblivion.
take another swig baby,
and let those bad memories
fade from your third eye.
let them flow out,
like blood from a sliced vein,
splashing out onto paper,
leaving deep red stains,
take another swig baby,
maybe they'll finally find their way
to your fingertips.
you think you're made of steel
when you're really made of glass
they can't see you like i do,
they are all trapped in their own metaphor
scratching on the glass of the windows to their heads
wishing somebody would take a peek
or a picture
take another swig baby,
and let those bad memories,
fade from your dreams
fade from your life
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