No exaggeration necessary.
The sound of your street name leaves a terrible taste in my mouth.
But I am going to forget to fall apart today.
The snow fell hard from five to five
You had to drink to stay alive
But you were hoping it would kill you too
At least you'd have something changing you
Cause you were cold as the ice at your front door
You raised a trembling glass and shouted, "Fuck the war!"
And then you fell into oblivion
Lying on your bed with your shoes on
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