Don't try to make sense of me, for whatever sense I once possesed, I left behind, when looking for something else, to keep me sane. ...

A blend of whisky and words

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Don't try to make sense of me,
for whatever sense I once possesed,
I left behind,
when looking for something else,
to keep me sane.

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A few glasses of whisky,
all by myself,
and I tend to do some serious ghost busting of my own.
For starters,
I believe I'll head for bed;
a place made for dreams.


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I'd love to put a smile on your face,
or a kiss on your cheek,
but don't expect more of me,
cause really,
that's all I've got.
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A full moon outside my window,
so close, it seams,
I could almost reach out and touch it;
with my spoon.


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