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Our Vices Never Leave Us

I woke up on a raft in a bottle of whiskey.
I was sober but the girl next to me
Was completely, pathetically smashed
Inside and out.
She had a cigarette hanging from her mouth
Her tits fell out of her ripped up shirt
And she had no pants on.

I force-fed her pop psychology
The best attempt at a fix I had.
But I’m just a teenager
And she’s got a death wish.
No Dr. Phil mantra or rant of sympathy
Will save her from the alcohol and cigarettes.

So I put my tired, fatty arm around her
And join her in a cigarette and a shot.
That is love, isn’t it?
Being willing to kill yourself with
The person you care for.

But I’m just an overemotional teenager in love
She’s an alcoholic chain smoker
In love with pills and a death wish.

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