Apartment door
Is left ajar
An eye in the glass
On the parquet floor
All the guests
Have left and gone
But I'm still here
On the 2nd floor
Aftermath
In an amber glow
A vodka bath
For this shipwrecked soul
Seconds fly
As the years flow by
But I don't care
I'm on the 2nd floor
2nd Floor
And I still want more
2nd Floor
Coming back for more
Why fear death
When death never hurt
No one
2nd Floor
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