like a moth to a flame, the neon signs call my name, thinking about drinking, drinking without thinking, i'm all fucked up again, can't remember how i got here, don't really know where i am, must have been the whiskey, could have been the beer, everyone's leaving, must be closing time, can't find my car, in the empty parking lot, where the hell am i and how did i get here?
Reason for writing:
it was a long time ago..........
Birth sign: Libra
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