Confessions & Alcohol
Audrey Horne
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I forget then regret my confessions written down.
I run my fingers across the dirt on your car to let you know...
You've burned all of the oxygen, thought you'd know this one would hurt (I've made myself)
So sick from the alcohol & I know it's gonna hurt!
You're weightless, I'm anemic, I touched your feet & kissed the ground, you quite simply destroyed the evidence to let me know.
I found myself down, under a grey cloud.
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