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Down to his last cigarette
and a phone he doesn't answer anymore
empty bottles filled with regret
as daylight scrapes across the hardwood floor

another line, another cavity
one day he told me man it gets so bright in here after all these
nights that I can barely even see

and he is running and going nowhere fast

how can it go on like this?
feeling spent and lifeless
wishes he could just figure it out
and he would but he just don't know how

no fingernails
collar feels to tight
it never fails, it's clockwork
it happens every night.