Changed my bad habits and swore off a lifestyle: got sober and nowhere. The streetlights still flicker. I'm no better off for the wear. I still know the sting of the winter air. I'll sleep with the roaches, the bad men, the joint ends, because who am I to judge which one is least acceptable? I'm no better off for the wear. I still know the sting of the winter air. I'm gin drunk and talking about all of my exes, ignoring the man who's staring straight at me. I'm no better off for the wear. I still know the sting of the winter air. I'll always find someone to break my heart. I want to gather everyone I've loved, shake their hands one by one. I'm no better off for the wear. I still know the sting of the winter air.
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