Yeah, we were all so stupid back then
that it seems a shame
to watch as grown men cry over the pain of another lost day
Seen a lotta bad shit, the man said as he handed back the bottle
none of it makes much sense when you look at it in the clear
light of day
Maybe we can buy ourselves another shot at redemption and then
all will be good, all will be right for another night
of shakes and howls
Got to the last lesson and found myself stumped
by the physics of how we’re ever meant to be
the tiniest bit human or humane
Sitting here about half asleep
another half about stoned
but it won’t matter one iota
when the daylight breaks and exposes us all
as the frauds we always knew we were
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