The 2 A.M Writer

My Eden

I\'m such a fool to you

Just another jester who\'ll dance in your garden

Cherub fountains and thorns on a bush

Caught my ankle and snap my inhibitions

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You keep begging for a drink

And yet I\'ll finish the whole bottle

Baby angel dying of thirst

But I never will let you in my Eden

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I\'m gonna cut you with the glass you\'ve molded

Only to turn the shard to my eyes

Blinded of your blue green lies

They won\'t convince me anymore

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You keep begging me for a drink

And yet I\'ll swallow all my pills

Chug the fire and taste the teeth

I will never let you in my Eden

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Swallowing me into another lifeless prison

I\'ll be doing half a dime in your bowels

Stuck in you, and with your memories

I gotta get out, but I\'ll never leave for long

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You keep begging for a drink

And I\'ll keep downing my sorrow

You beg me to stay

But I want you out of my Eden

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