4am im straight
im suffocating and awake
im desert island on the lake
im the bad feeling, 'fore mistakes.
It's 4 am, im sick
ive got that mourning, morning twitch
my little bed alive with ticks
and wolves are blowing down my sticks
its 4 am; daylight comes
with all the thunderous lust of doves
no olive branches on their tongues
no going back to being young
its 4 am and im so clean
that ive been drinkin gasoline
to try to jump-start my machine
broke down benzodiazopene
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