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Waking up in someone else's bed
With dreams tainted by the unfamiliar sheets
Loss of gravity, full of fear
I know that I can get out of here
Paralyzed and strapped
To a place
Can I free myself?
Of this ride
Have I been here before?
Sunken in my seat of
Revenge
I stare at last night's syringe
That put me in this stupor
To say what I don't mean
And feel what I don't want

Water dripping down my back
Angered by the morning thoughts
Wishing I could forget
Believing
That if I stayed in here long enough
I'd wash away
Like the soap on my fingertips

I go to places alone
Out of habit, out of circumstance
I think of you less and less
Or am I just fooling myself
With the first question
On the last page
Unable to even guess that it could have been a test
Fabricating stories in my mind
Urging to call
The name
That sees with binocular eyes
I hesitate the first move
Letting it fade
To the beginning of the song
And the end of the game