feel the spray of the waves on my face
anchor in a quiet bay
with a mermaid swimming on my bed
Drive a Stingray
with the top down
her hair waving in the wind
a hotel card key and a joint
Living life
and the amazing dream it is
between patent leather and her skin
caught in the limbo
between her eyes and her lips
But not today
afternoon, coffee and rain
again, the migraine and the pain
today I hope I find the courage
and put a bullet in my head
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