Tonight I'm posed and popping like a peacock
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I'm pressing flesh, I'm smiling big, my spinning head sings "Stop, just stop"
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Cause what used to calm me down
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Just rips my life to ribbons now
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So I keep smiling, I find my window and quick cut out
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These days my hangman's hunger makes my gut kick
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My sleeping mind, could map it blind
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A flask, a key, a bag, a fifth
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I try to will myself away
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While shouting habits plead their case
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So when the sun sears through my eyes
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My beggar's brain can't compromise
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I splash cold water, I draw the curtains, I stay inside
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And I can't say that it's a sickness, more like a stranger I ask in
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And later realize, was a strangler
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Slipping nooses in my den
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But I was lonely so I asked him, "Would you tie that one on me?"
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It wasn't his fault, I was eager, and I was weak
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So as I inch towards resolution
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Yea I'm not sure which life feels right
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A narrow noose or the wading water
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The hanging head, sore open eyes
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My brother Michael he went one way
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And at the fork I heard him say
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"Don't you follow, don't go making my mistakes"
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And I realized what he meant
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Don't kill yourself to raise the dead
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It never works you'll only end up joining them
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You'll Only End Up Joining Them
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| Kevin Devine |
