Chasing the Sun

I’m chasing the sun

Down the bottom of a vodka bottle

It tastes of sweetness, light and euphoria

But it fades as fast as the sunset that reminds me of you

So I turn to the tobacco goodness that sends me into a pseudo heaven

I want to feel love i want to feel hope i want to dream

But chemical aphrodisiacs can only do so much

As i fall into the depths of a hell

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