A Three Sugar Night

A Three Sugar Night

One sugar, two sugar, three sugar night
staring through my cappuccino delight;
Broken down, broken down, sitting here tight
heartbreak and desperation rule my plight;
Need a fix, need a fix, need it, I might,
for a longer lasting resurrection light;
Born to die, born to die just about right
in a mirrored reflection's waxy white;
Emptiness, emptiness is a sad sight
and fixation on addiction's not too bright;
Lost again, lost again to the highest height
Lady Jane's my indiscretion my fright;
Jesus help me for the wind has a bite
on a one sugar, two sugar, three sugar night.

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