The 2 A.M Writer

Stay Gold

See her face again

This time just can\'t be any flashback

Slowly shutting her lips and eyes

She calls me back to Valhalla

And all at once back to Tartarus 

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It\'s just another sign you\'re slipping

No motivation, No creativity

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Lonely sidewalk wants a hug

Perhaps I should float down 

I see her eyes between the concrete

The sea is calling

Now I\'m floating like a lead ball

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Slipping and dipping

No motivation, No creativity

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Who ever really cares until you\'re dead?