Over Glass

King of his castle
Sat alone with a crown
No smile on his face
He’s dressed like a clown
Gun in his hand
Make-up’s dripping
He’s got a frown
Like a freed slave
He’ll dream to leave
But he’ll return to the game
Some call him brave
Sometimes he feels it
But just like fame
It’s only there if you believe it
‘You’ve lost weight’
‘You don’t look great’
‘Please save my friend, you’ve got your life together’
He’s got too much on his plate
He’s snorting over glass and watching Batman Forever
Is that having your life together?
Well
What ever

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