grandpa's dying - 8th of december

I drag myself over
To throw up again
So I can fall
Asleep on the floor
Shake me down
And bring me back
To the times
I was enough

I won't get clean
I won't get what I want

I curse your eyes
I curse these days
I curse my opportunist self
Seems I can't trust myself
No more
And once again I fall
Asleep on the floor

I won't get clean
I won't get what I want
I won't get clean
I won't get what I want

Written by:
Szymon Kuras

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