she's
gin
drunk
sad
glad to forget
regret me not,
tying shoelaces to trip her up
tie her up
turning water into wine
and vodka into wasted time
tear us apart with
love
loss
and ecstasy
one pink pill to make you need another man
down is up
up is down
and you are drunk
so punch me
and we'll go from there
dead until tomorrow
when the bin men come
to wash our sins away
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