sink ships with maximum capacity

a crash

baby there is no turning back

you'd wish you were high off of something stronger

your only care leaves you feeling so
...low  

better quality
sharper design

and as the chunks are cut

slip

run and hide

there's no more room left for error when the biggest pieces have already been destroyed

you wish you could control your mind

but you don't remember why it was shaving thinly at the softest layers of your heart

darling, my sweetest friend

this is why i don't do drugs

razor blade nightmares don't create powder dreams

it makes for a bitter reality

a dead feeling that fate wont ever end