Shriveled in a Mug

Shriveled in your sand little lady,
a policy speaks its demand
Vodka from the top shelfs
taken down, and passed around
with a bottle being thrown,
and a blindsided shot
all my friends line the walls,
but they don't seem to move
A hollahoop world,
a pinball in my head
Tell me I'm pretty now,
cause I'm really not feeling it
Your shriveled up grin,
littering in my mind
and your polluted lost soul,
haunting me once again
Ive been stuck in a book
to busy, to try and read
eyes been focused straight ahead,
heart knocking at doors at night
A vacation, you've said to me
sort of getaway, to be with me
gateway reads eternity,
but my mug is all empty

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