Some peoples brains be gone
they just don't know they're alone
A void head sits with a empty body
but they still figure they are somebody
Of course they really are
but they're no longer the star
They might have enough sense
to still ride their car
Of course they head straight for the bar
Once there returning becomes too far

Their brain refuses to return
it remembers past bridges that burn
at some point the body didn't earn
Try to pull yourself together
what about birds of a feather
Some birds fly south during the winter
The brain doesn't want to reenter

But the brain runs the person
the person doesn't run the brain
At times people can very seldom abstain
especially during severe pain
For now a lost soul sits in vain
He can't even figure the math
especially with alcohol blocking his path
An out control body prepares to face its rath

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