What a night, it's a shame
the way you say my name
sounds sick with the beer drips
sliding down my lips
moral confusion
not so easily cleared.
O, the irony as we play Civil War
which is how I describe
our elegant situation.
You fool me so easily.
I want to believe in
your trust...
but knowing its fed to others like
so many of your lies...
no more.
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