in your own wide arc, your emotions wll spark
off the body not slaved, full of bottles and games
now see you well and become your own
knowing the chapters here that you close
fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone
now ready, pull up your chair, all emotions laid bare
off the body unhinged, full of bottles and tin
now see you well and without more tears
knowing that walls and walls have ears
fill in the gaps as half your mind is gone
you pour your own
you pour your own
now pour your own... from the flask