.Strapped into the dent of a desk
Sick of all the pressure invested in pretense
I shuffle out to the deck
Where all the smokers sound off
One witness sighs in distress
Her sour face reflected in metal
Pulling from a pocket
I up and ask
And as she passes that flask
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