Look between lines of depression and alcohol knit together tight
Take me home tonight she said to the black rabbit
Water in her eyes, off the lids a downwards flight
Don't think of yesterday, the rabbit white response
Fighting off the man dressed in sand with all her might
Disappointments seeps into her brown skin
Plants the seeds of sorrow as the clocks tick-tock-tick
The pain is not a hundred but only one lonely pin
Spinning goes the ceiling, dark liquor making her sick
Day is always better than night the gray rabbit says
Heaviness in her heart, she closes brown eyes and wait for a new day