Why do we drink? What are we really suppressing? whats the point.
Bar shots rang out into the night
Clinking bottles like thunder
Drowning in splendor
Beautiful Pretender
Frank the
Tank
Drank
Sank
He’s a fake
an
empty bottle
that refuses
to break
22 birthday cakes
22 wishes
22 lies
Tomorrow never knows
til tomorrows Sun
Dies
Follow the tank down the
streets of Dreams
and
follow the Dreams
through colors
and
streams
Oh, the Red and the Blue
What they’ll do for the White tonight
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