YOU DISSOLVE

YOU DISSOLVE
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The hours sit upon my face
My nights are spent in dark disgrace
I wish my misery was laced
was laced
Someday it will be through

You always seem to want too much
And then you stay to far to touch
I keep this whiskey in my clutch
My clutch
My dying day is due

My eyes caress, but my hands they strike
My heart is closed now like a dike
My dreams dissolve into the night
The night
And it seems that so did you