Sobriety in 2011

September 23, 2013

Pick your coffin, nod to your friends.

Smile and laugh, it’s coming to an end.

Open the hatch, slide in through the side...

don’t try to look back, you won’t be able to hide.

Sit back up, watch the relief on their faces

Get out, run. Leave with your graces.

Turn back to see a flash of white lace

She followed you. You saved her from her fate.

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