A shot of life who can open me up
like a wildflower in winter
is something that makes me crave rain,
pinned by the lucid star light.
I hang my head on echoes of secret prose
because it's chemistry I've come to know.
Here I am plain as the day
Between the grind and the liquor
I've almost had it this time
I'm still here
Candy is dandy but the hard stuff is quicker.
That was three hours in chords of the phone
A part revealed as we're thrown
into a tempest of unanswered questions
unrequited and smokey confessions.
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