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I will spark my last cigaret, just turn around forget a habit.
My hands and mouth been kept preoccupied in all the wrong ways.
Something in the night sliced deeply, imprinting the code to reopen the first moment.
Avoided the facts out of respect...

Now kicking myself in the ass, another account for the books.
Always throwing myself under the bus for those I don't even like.
Fractions of my former self left behind every time, all the holes refilled with tar and mud but not this time.
The waters unfrozen, the heat is bound to age the body, the next five steps will rewrite this all.
I cant escape the words burning through my soul, your face is light I cant help but fallow.
Who the fucks not problematic now a days?

Smiling as I choke down my last puff knowing I am finally free, now I must not die before I get my last dance.
Share a bottle of whine at the right time then the sound of the tightening might just die.