listen
barrel down sackville charge through the dark like a bull
yikes there's that pub where NEVER mind i wanna d-d-die
d-dive into the asphalt don't look either way before crossing
the road blinders on, keys between my knuckles, watch
there's a girl ahead of me just as stressed, walking quickly
male voices echo down the street i hope they're scared of me
little dog with a light-up collar, a lunar hangover,
the yellow glow softens everything i know
maybe i'll just frighten off all my friends
buy a ticket somewhere never see that pub again
no, no, grit my teeth, make a fist, hold the street
a promise i won't try to keep
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