return of a prodigal cheat

I am coming home with my palms upturned,
The knife missing from my boot,
Initiative wasted on disarmament.

and
We can throw the midnight oil into the street.

And I will do anything it takes.
Even if it means staying drunk, alone,
Squandering my natural advantage,

Anything it takes.

I am coming home in earnest.

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