To the tune of 80's heartbreak
I drink to understand.
I raise my glass to your mind,
I drown a bottle on your body,
I take a shot on your eyes.
My feet shuffle til they fade.
My hips wiggle til they break.
My hands clap til they're sore.
My voice sings til it's gone.
And at gloomy halogen dawn,
nothing has changed.
Except our ways.
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