The Keeper Class - There from Here

The Patron Saint of Last Call

I've built this up from nothing
Now I'm tearing down and packing up
And I cant seem to shake this
Maybe we can make sense of all of this
Maybe we can both make this easy
Maybe I can self medicate and
We can both smile when I say I'm leaving

I'm a ghost in my own head
A creature of the night
What I call getting by is what you call drinking away my life

I'd bet my last 2 cents
That you're just too damn cool
To see me but that's ok because
I still see you

I'll sleep when I'm dead
So I'm swinging for the fences
God damn I'm gonna miss this place
I'm getting this off my chest
Once and for all
This is all that I have left

I'll spend the next month of my life waking up and feeling like hell
Maybe I just went too far this time

I clearing my mind
Of the bullshit that I keep
Now that your gone
I can finally breathe

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