Poker chips
Splattered all over these
Blood-stained sheets,
Shit!
I bet that I’ve bet
On the wrong hands again
This kitchen stands so cold
Even with all this burnin’ coffee
And shattered pieces of my favourite cup
All over the floor
I fell in love
With a dollar ash sniffin’ dragon
Numb in the illusion
Of a castle of endless treasure
But there was no way to fathom
That flying along with it was falling
And getting closer to the monster meant to go away from me so further
In the end
There were poker chips
Splattered all over
Goddamn blood-stained sheets
And a fuckin’ Whitney Houston lyric alike note besides used Vegas parking tickets
Motherfucker
Fire out that mouth
In this now endless memory…
Shit
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