Looks like I've been burned again
Went for a handful of reds
Gulped a fistful with gin
Something else in those meds

Instead of suffocation
My eyes continue seeing
I fall into hallucination
Dimensional being

Kinky introspection
To end of existence
Where nothing else matters
Except the sins of my youth

Drink a glass of Sauvignon
Wash down those red pills
Thinking worries would be gone
Forget mindless lows, exotic thrills

Now here I have laid
A hundred-thousand years
Only to the sixth grade
The year I found self love

Kinky introspection
Surrounded by my artifacts
To prove my life matters
Read me the sins of my youth

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