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Drunk at an open bar Coating your lungs in tar You said you saw the pain right behind my eyes As if my transparency had earned you a prize Wishing I'd stopped you, then You opened your mouth again Turning your anecdotes into a net Holding me under your heady ascent High and saying nothing High and saying nothing High and saying nothing Nothing at all Staring at the open sky I said I feel small tonight You took that to mean I was choked by my grief But really it was an overwhelming relief To be high and feeling nothing High and feeling nothing High and feeling nothing Nothing at all Nothing at all Nothing at all Standing here, two feet apart I imagine myself in a getaway car From Letras Mania