I\'ve drank many potions in my dreams,
I\'ve closed the bar past midnight it seems.
I stumbled towards and past your view,
forget we ever met the potions are to do.
Yet, here I sit with a picture in frame,
the potions never put out my views flame.
I always remember when he sells me more,
and stop at your view that I pasted before.
I can say my silent words with my drinks,
and convince myself the us of us shrinks.
That devil, I\'m making him rich,
poisoned, I\'m dulling your views itch.