Salt in my eyes, stinging my brain Its been forty odd days since weve been clean Crawl in the cave looking for light But the ceiling descends and still its dark Hey there, dont declare Optimist Its clear you resist I try all the time To get it right And still it persists Touched that you think Im a heartless old crank And theres things that Ive done to convict me of that Try to look out eyes straight and fast But Ive struggled of late, my head in the past Hey there, dont despair Get in the cave We live day and night To find the right Sort of light Bored of the truth I return to my youth Drinking Breaker at night in the cold Duchess light Out by the fence theres a shout and Im dead Get me out of this place, Ill take casuals another day All gates are locked, theres no way I can walk And the paths that I took led me into the swamp Even this trusty accomplice gets rusty Im not being cruel but your brain never ruled Ive seen the trauma of lives that were squandered But Im not to blaim for showing restraint Hey there, dont declare Optimist I try every night To get it right And still Something just fucking ran out behind me I swear to God Probably a fucking moth knowing you Why dont you go back and see then? Well naw No path of truth led me where I could walk But the lies that I made led me out of the swamp
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