I wanna buy a bottle
head for tracks, any tracks
and walk and find moonlight
I wanna buy a bottle
and I wanna forget your face
and slaughter all hope tonight
I don't wanna care no more
I don't want to feel the oceans in my belly
Can't I reject all my desires and complete myself in
selfish and half-assed ways?
Can't I buy a gun and grease it up in a frying pan?
Trade it for a plot of land and more silent womb?
I'm going back to bed
I'm going back to bed
Or I'm not going to like
how this ends
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