Suicide Smile from medicine by Sub Lights

Was I asleep? I dreamed I woke
The knife went deep, the words she spoke

And back at the Hotel Paris I sang a fond farewell
I drank a dozen more and jumped into the wishing well
I burned the note she sent me, breathed in the swaggering air
With all good taste and breeding hidden in my style she didn’t care

So I put a bullet in a letter
Turned by back and sealed my fate
Lit a match and threw it on the fire
With a suicide smile

Am I a man of flesh and bone
Resigned in silent spite reborn?

I stood there crushed and fallen, revolted and confused
And I believe I smiled and quietly bid her adieu
Drowning in saloony-bins, then, careening down the stairs
I lay there cut and bleeding, throwing empty punches in the air

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