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Fifth
And I'm glad you made amends for your mistakes.
But still I can't shake the feeling
That you won't rest til I'm kneeling at my grave
With not a dream to save me from falling in.
Every day... a different sin to wash the last.
And how you do remind me fast that I am running short:
Fighting smoke to sort my final breaths
And call the Love a Death that just knew how to hide.
Never once forgetting of the Holy Fifth.
That time of month I smoke a fifth of something good.
Why? Why when walking up the stairs
Do I feel burning stares upon my back
Only to turn around and find the chair you sat in empty?
And how tempting it would be to take a seat:
Maybe feel the tiny heat that still resides
And sit beside a vacant you.
Magnify my sacred rue tonight...
Warm voice turned right into frozen whispers.
How I missed her when she soon turned stranger.
Never once forgetting of the Holy Fifth.
That time of month I drink a Fifth of something strong.
