Twist the blade and watch my face for signs of pain
Your words cut like razor wire
Your presence fills my throat with frogs
And my gut with stones
Those butterflies have migrated south
My knees buckle, I can't walk a straight line
All this liquor is gonna kill me
Keep your vices close and your enemies at arms length
I'll come out swinging before I whither and die
Take your new life and leave me behind
Tonight, I just want peace of mind
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