She wears the morning dew on her skin
She don’t ask : Where you been?
She don’t care: What you did
She don’t care: what your sin
She only sits by you- and ask what you seen?
the Scene just sets right in,
Let the trouble begin
And I stumble the side walks, I talk to myself
I like to write to my self, I disagree with myself
Like convincing is gonna set me free from my cell
my Jailer, my hell, my dizzy kisses- don’t tell
my boozy misses, they fell, like falling stars but only going up hill
like bubbles, falling upside down on the shuttle
the trouble, on the inside of green bottle


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