this skin i'm in
the tears within
hidden by sin
drowned in gin
you never win

and yet you try to get by
you fly like a bird without eyes
so high that even your lies
have spies between the lines
of coke and wine
america never has time to rewind
and find where they left you.
once you drop off, they forget you
they regret you
they wish they never met you.

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