And I still drink myself to sleep
Because the pain is too sharp
And I need something to blunt its edges.
And I still drink myself to sleep
Because my mind keeps going to
A thousand places at once
Running different scenarios
Imagining different outcomes.
And I still drink myself to sleep
Because otherwise I would stay up all night
Waiting desperately for you to reach out
Which you never would
And I still drink myself to sleep
Just like your mother used to.
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