One more hit,
Just to help me sleep.
Sunday dinner is going to need extra gravy.
I always think I need to stop,
Because I don't know when to stop.
And it's hard to sort myself out.
When the weekend comes and takes me out.
Tonight Mathew,
Well I'm my own worse nightmare.
Peaked too soon,
Let the dogs out.
Left myself with some awful doubts.
Swear on my hair,
The taxi is late.
From introvert to your best mate
In two liters of ciders time.
Then melter who would be best left behind.
So I wanna kill the clown in me.
But that can wait another week.
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