I'm staring out into that vacuum again
from the backporch of my mind,
the only thing that's alive, I'm all there is.
And I start attacking my vodka,
stab the ice with my straw.
My eyes have turned red as stoplights,
you seem ready to walk.
You know I'll call you eventually,
when I wanna talk, 'til then you're invisible.
'Cause there's this switch that gets
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