My Condition

My heads already numb but still a drink
I'm too tired to sleep but not to think
Pour myself another thought I drink myself another dream
And disconnect
From my eyes see my own fall

Linen still folded on the bed
Looks like I'm sleeping with the broken lamp again
Seven years for a broken mirror twenty-four for a broken glass
And it's all passed
Like the color of my eyes

And it's like I'm dying
My life flashes before my
I'm flying trying to touch the ground
And I found my way down

Cigarette still burns, an opaque fixation
And as the telephone rings tired aggravation
On into the night I slip and once more I lose my grip on time
Buried in my wine

From where I'm lying
It's kinda hard for this old man
To deny my condition
Here among the drowned
I found my way down



Credits
Writer(s): Arron Jacques
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