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Bad Habits
So now I’ve soaked myself, complete
In all this gasoline and I feel again like
Lighting up, and I know you understand
What it is I mean
To prove, alone and singing to myself tonight.
There’s blood up on the ceiling
Some kind of habit I picked up from a movie I’m sure,
But somehow it seems to belong there, clinging
To the cottage cheese that drips on these occasions
Across the surface of these strained and tired eyes.
I need to sleep sometime soon you know
Before I’m lost and helpless, drifting upon that old
Familiar and not so long forgotten sea
And worst of all I fear I’ve failed
For I see your also here with me....
Grey, I hope that this is an old post.... If not, I hope that you are ok, my friend. Whatever place you are in tonight, know with all of your heart that I am saying a prayer for you.