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Two in the afternoon

And she’s drunk already

Over emotional and irrational

Irritating the way people always are

When you’re the sober one

Tugging at my shirt sleeve

And my heart strings

Those big sad eyes

She spills her guts

And her emotions

Over white porcelain

Every morning

Every night

Lost at sea

Swimming for the shore

She says: I’m trying to cope

She says: This is self-help

But all I see is drowning.