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your vision's been blessed if i'm still fully dressed. before you leave me, here's one last request. no, i don't care. no, i don't mind if you don't hear a word from this broke heart of mine. but can i borrow your face just to unload my mind? well i know i'm pathetic. i'm the sage of absurd. but i won't violate you with touch, but with words. there's no need to ask. shut your mouth, raise a glass. but the youth that you drink to is already the past and the girl on your arm, boy, you know she won't last.

and i'll drink just to drive if my love don't arrive. i don't wanna survive. and all that i know is i smile just for show, and nobody's listening but everyone knows. so just sit back and watch while my memory corrodes. and i curse my own comfort for the deaf and the blind cause it's dark as a dungeon way down in my mind. and i wake on the floor with my country at war and i wish i could care but my liver's too sore. and if liquor's a lover, you know i'm a whore. if liquor's a lover, you know i'm a whore.