Popped the cork, but never got around to pour the glass
Bottle is half-empty and the drink has all gone flat
Willfully, I caught myself inside your fingertrap
betting all my money on who'll get the next last laugh
Morning comes and to find:
hair like a wreath, fingers to teeth
beyond belief inside of a tandem fever dream
Shake like a saint in miserable restraint
My only one complaint inside of a tandem fever dream
So we keep on getting thinner until all that's left's a sheet
that gets pulled by a magician to reveal an empty seat
And as the curtain falls there is a feeling bittersweet
when you have no explanation how to execute the feat
All I can think though now
Ring of a ride, you on your side, awoke with a sigh
Was it mine? Matters not this time!
Hair like a wreath, fingers touching teeth
far beyond belief, I'm lost to a tandem fever dream
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