Round two.

[type_oh]

No need to focus when there's nothing worth seeing,
so we trade liquor for blood,
in an attempt to tip the scales

I think you lost what you loved
in that mess of details,

They seemed so important at the time,

Now you cant even recall
any of the names, faces, or lines.
Its more the feeling of it all.
Well winters gonna end,
Im gonna clean these veins again...