The air is cold
And frigid in feeling
The bar seems so alive
Origin of intoxicated singing
So I reach for this cup full of escape
This beer is bitter with self-reflection
Blinking Christmas lights cast horrible gestures
My head begins swimming with all these questions
Thoughtlessness tastes so good
Apathy becomes sweet
But nothing on earth can compare
To this feeling of release
From emotions
And things that are real
And at the moment I’d
Give anything just not to feel
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