I've been sitting here awhile
With these fragmented dreams.
Try to sort it out and think of
What all this could mean.
Through the broken window,
I see faces from my past
Staring at me lying in the
Midst of broken glass.
I can't recap this bottle now
To save my wretched soul,
And the contents of my stomach
Just seem way too hard to hold.
I light another cigarette
And try to find some hope,
Smile as I sit and watch
My life go up in smoke.

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