3/03/26

The room is spinning like a roulette wheel

landing on the black

I put a wager on my sanity 

and I ain't getting it back

So raise a glass to the lady

who thinks she's won the pot

I traded heaven for a hangover,

it's the only prayer I've got 

smear the lipstick, drown the whiskey

thoughts inside my head

I'd rather feel the burn of bourbon

than wish that I was dead

one project

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