Mason Jars, Bars and Old Cars

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The sky fades to lilac blue,
Just like you my dear,
Damaged watercolours too,
My skin with ink it sears.

I'm floating on a cloud,
I'm stretched out in my mirror,
Filling all of these jars,
With gingerly listening ears.

A melody that sounds like hell to me,
Never lets me rest, never lets me be,
A broken record that keeps on again,
I'm falling apart with flaws, just guess.

I'm following a mellow rocky road,
Learning lyrics that break my heart,
Intense emotion can't mend code,
But I'm not sure where to start,

Picking daisies and leaves,
My head is spinning in circles,
I have every chapter read,
Your knuckles are pink and purple,

Sipping on something low caffeine ,
Trying to forget I am drained,
Trying to remember I might believe,
That you want to do cocaine.

My words are rough and dull,
And inspiration is null,
Bartender I'll take a jigger of rum,
Just 97, but that's far too much.

I'll buy a beat up old pickup truck
Wear boots probably covered in muck
Yeah I'm saving my money, and it really sucks,
But I'm spending it on nothing else, so who gives a fuck?

I'm following the idea of a distant dream,
But nobody seems to be listening.

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