dying is the new living

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you tip the bottle, drain the last drop
the alcohol takes away the feelings
drinking in the numbness for better or for worse
anywhere but here is really quite appealing

fly me away to someplace else
where my mood is always stable
I can dream I'm in a better reality
when really, I'm slumped at the kitchen table

but sometimes the liquid is not so nice
it drags me to the depths of the ocean
depressive thoughts, waiting like sharks to bite
and suicide turns into a reasonable notion

but for some reason we keep on poisoning our minds
on this self destructive trip
so darling, be careful how much you drink
or you might end up hooked to a drip

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