Blip’s Clean Sheet

Intoxicated in hindsight
I’m gonna get you on the flipside
You’d be embrassed if you ever knew
Just how much sleep I lost over you

Worlds of tears in the clearest blue
A clouded wreck and tested true
With our mind’s afterburners on
As velvet night slides to grey dawn

Your face pours in as the flood gates raise
To bury it all, you, my great mistake
My throat in knots, strips damage done
I choaked and and swallowed, I killed the the thought

A King in vain, I hide the pain
I turn it up and ride the gain
This is my twisted destiny
To be forever the victim of your tragedy

I dropped my gaurd, I missed my mark
I was lost in your dark eyes from the start
If I had swung at you and missed Just this once,
There’d be some ignorance in this blue

As I stand over, looking down
The edge is blurry, level ground
You jumped but there’s no let
No, there’s no one there this time

It doesnt matter, don’t you fret
Don’t fret my precious one
You’ll finally start to feel your way
In the cushion landing, soft and fake

I’ve killed myself, I’ve been born again
With razor banes for these bitter men
I’m filled with rancor for my fate
I’ve cleared my soul and misrules of hate

As I fall down on these bloody knees
Perception’s tuning, now I see
Intoxicated in hindsight
I’m gonna get you on the flipside

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