Dancing on the Edge

Everything is green,
When you're dancing on the edge.
You do not have the fault
Of spending to much time in your head.
The world is so much brighter
Shades from jade to cucumber cool

Nights that can't be remembered
As vodka fills your veins
Whiskey for the wounds
And a shot to heal the pain
You're begging him to stay
As he's asking you to leave.
The worlds a fucked up place
never as it seems.

The taste of his lips as he whispers
His lullaby so bitter sweet
a voice like milk and honey
It's become difficult to retreat
Hands that are the sea
Crashing against your shore
Everything is green
despite what your looking for.

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