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There's a stain on your shirt

from where you spilled the red wine

i almost remember it was over there by the piano

now you're forcing the liquor down your throat

it's not pleasant but hey, we need to forget

'cause you tried so hard to get inside her head

the secret is out, you were weak all along

i hear the laughter in the next room

my thoughts scatter

it's as if they don't want to be found out

how do i keep going?

how do i sleep at night?

it's like happiness, it's a goal we chase,

we obtain, and then it slips through our finger tips

the mistakes we made we learn from them

or we learn how to make them again

i want to look in from the outside

i'd make my own rules

i'd stand on something other than this sphere

it would be more like a box

full of second chances