| 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 |