especially at 3 am
the bars are closed
stakes are rare
and there's no where to walk
and i'm too drunk to drive
wanna tear up my skin
and i claw myself
to relieve myself
reduce myself and
all around me is well and flat
and in between
that's the time
when failure reckons
with sunlight
truth and reality hit
i'm not so green
i'm not so green
i'm not so green
that i can't camouflage myself
among the fakes and pretenders
the ones who do all the things
the ones who put me to sleep
the ones who wish me
the ones who wish me
good night
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