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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Death · #1206005
Inspired By Blinding Vegas Lights(edit thank you TirzahLaughs Tiredly for the suggestion)
Vegas, Baby.


I won’t be coming home tonight,
kiss the kids and tuck them in,
I’ll get that twenty dollars tomorrow.
Don’t tell Frankie where I’ve been,
Say I’ve gone to get my medicine.
Lock the doors and don’t you two fight
I won’t be coming home tonight.

Watch me climb up to the 26th floor,
Smile as I rise through the rooftop doors.
I’ll let it all go, let it all go,
I won’t be coming home anymore.

I won’t be coming home tonight,
Be sure to feed the cat,
Clean up this mess in the hall.
I need my coat, my shoes, my hat,
Tell Rosie I’ll give her a call
Maybe tomorrow or Friday night,
But I won’t be coming home tonight.

Watch me climb up to the 26th floor,
Smile as I rise through the rooftop doors.
I let it get away, just let it go,
I won’t be coming home anymore.

I won’t be coming home tonight,
This thing has got the best of me,
I need to be alone, just for a while
Tell the kids I’m sorry, one day they’ll see
That I thought of them as I hit the tile,
I had to make things better, I had to put it right
And I won’t be coming home tonight.
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