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Lyrics I’m working on. (incomplete)
He stumbles into the bar inside his head
He’s not sure if the patrons are all dead
There’s no reason or rhyme, it’s before closing time
but the clients there just leave a lot unsaid.
“It’s time!” he declared “to forget about today!”
He sits like he has nothing more to say.
He pulls his jacket near, the ‘tender pours a beer
I drink it and he blows himself away.
