Barstool Revelations
I find myself yearning for far better marks
Not deutsch, that's too much of a walk in the park
No, i'm searching for something of a bloodier variety
While weaning myself off of fleeting sobriety
I'm searching for constellations
In the barkeep's stars on the wall
I'm admiring the deities and drawings
Masterpieces in the third stall
While I choke out, half dead
And begin to see red
And foam coats my busted lip
A smile forms on my face
As I return to Grace
I think i'll let her keep the tip
205 bpm
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