3pm

I’m in and out of focus I’m a harbor light Sweeping through fog trying to make out shapes And the dust particles like floaters in my eyes Shimmer and jerk with the head that aches

Oh how they keep it going those workaday people When the afternoon drags and they’re death on ice But me I’m of the night like a church has a steeple I’m a doll connoisseur but my heads getting screwed up in a vice Trying to focus on what I did say When I’s pouring out my soul last night I probably said that I’d meet you today But my bodies inert and it’s 3pm

And your image in my mind no it ain’t quite the same Now I’m leached of the drug and my hormone’s low And I guess you’ll get the vibe of a back up train If I gave you my number and you ring my phone

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You probably think that I was using you But swinging on highs is different from blues

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