Over and over I'll never get sober because I'll be drunk again someday.

Always and ever but never forever because I know I'll die someday.

Broken and broke I will wilt and corrode and that's all that I can say.

So why give a shit about things that I did or whatever I'm going to say?

I gave my two cents, am I making sense, it was just a penny for my thoughts.
But I gave the whole dollar, and now I can't be bothered, to fix whatever I have brought.

And oh, once again I'm in my own head and I'm arguing over both sides.

Again and again I'm in over my head and I can't dissect my own lies.

I'll break a sweat to break even on debt that I pay to myself.

I'm cashing a check for a second chance to check out of this eternal hell.

I gave my two cents, am I making sense, it was just a penny for my thoughts.
But I gave the whole dollar, and now I can't be bothered, to fix whatever I have brought.

To sell whatever I have bought...

To release whatever I have caught...

To accept whatever I have sought...

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