take a sip of my drink. nights run down the sink. then you say- let's go for the last mile. red, spider-like shoes; sleep around skinny feet. prancing, skipping. grip, rope-tight.. before slipping. -crashing into your beginning. life runs away on the street at night; where my mind floats (to be) to trace back forgotten steps. help me- wanting what i cannot have. it's the green snake and the silver ring. they'll never come so you're confused because you're so wasted-- come come take a sip of my drink. your life, like a drain.. begins at the sink.