I packed my bags and prepared for a night long drive,
Took a couple pills to keep me feeling alive.
Somewhere along the way I started to feel pain,
So I pulled to the side and put a needle in my vein.

I never felt so alive as I did on that trip,
Waiting til the last moments to get my fix.
I listened to Floyd the entire way,
And got my drugs without having to pay.

And each time I lasted just a few minutes more,
Many hours passed before I let myself cure.
And each time the pain became less intense,
I'd fill up my needle and lose all sense.

Somehow I survived that month long drive,
By shooting a few pills just to feel alive.
And somehow I'm stronger because of those days,
Now that I've lost all of my destructive ways.

The wind blew in,
On a warm march day.
Started off with rain,
Then snow in the middle of May.

Halfway to June,
I lost track of time.
somehow though,
I kept rhythm and rhyme.

It was quarter to November,
When I finally stopped to say,
Whatever happened to,
March, April and May?

I remember how,
Your lips tasted the first time.
And how your tongue ran,
Across my teeth, begging to get in.

I remember how,
Your hips felt like Heaven beneath my fingers,
And how your fingers,
Wrapped in my hair.

I remember how sweet my words felt,
As I love you slid from my tongue.
And how you smiled,
And whispered it back to me so sincerely.

I remember how it felt,
When I first saw you cry.
And how broken you looked,
When I started too.

Now I hate that you're leaving,
And I've got to find my way.
But chances are that can't happen,
No matter what we say.

So I guess I'll have to travel,
Leave this world behind.
And hope that I'll still have you,
When there's little hope to find.

Darling I can tell you haven't slept,
Much since that last cup of tea.
I remember you saying it burnt like tequila,
And now I know why.

Darling I see the scars you cut,
In the space between your heart and your soul.
I know how it hurts,
To have them separated so.

But darling I can't help with your wounds,
I know so little of how to heal,
Self made wounds, though I have one to match,
I didn't make the incision, though I held the knife.

Darling you cut me so deep,
I think I lost my soul.
But sadly I still have my heart,
Scarred from the incision you made.

I was taught at a young age,
To watch what bridges I burn.
But something daddy didn't know,
Was that creating them can be just as destructive,
As setting them aflame.

Colorful lies,
Pastels the color of your lips,
On mine.

Colorful eyes,
Pastels the color of your lips,
Without mine.

Narcotic sleep so sound,
I thought We'd wake deep under ground.
And your colorful lies,
Don't make me see home no more.

No, no more.

It's been a while,
Since I've slept so soundly.
My head is filled with thoughts,
Suicidal, so profoundly.

So don't tell me to put it down,
This razor feels so comfortable.
Like your colorful eyes,
And the pastels that bleed from the hole made by this,
Needle again.

No, don't tell me to put it down.
I've got my rig filled with sweet,
Oh so sweet, salt filled morphine.

And I've gotten my spoon and cotton,
Held together by the tourniquet,
That holds together my veins each night.

And your colorful eyes,
Fill my rig each time,
The needle finds a vein.

And pastel colors,
Fall like rain down staircases,
Beautiful close your eyes and lips this time,
You're just too jaded, far too wasted.

So I guess I'll bring you home,
Crawl under the covers,
And watch your colorful eyes,
Close one last time.

I guess I'll watch them close just one last,
Oh just one last ******* time.
And I'll hold your hand,
Just hold your hand in mine.

As I watch your colorful eyes,
Close just one last time.
I'll hold your hand,
I'll hold your hand in mine.

It seems my demons find me,
When I am all alone.
And they fill the room around me,
Hurting me to the bone.

They know every lie I tell,
And know that morphine is my disease,
So they leave me with a needle,
A tickle and a tease.

For some odd reason,
I could never be too sure.
They leave me nothing to fill it,
But always leave me wanting more.

And somehow I find a way,
To fill my veins with blue.
When all I'm doing always,
Is filling the holes left from you.

And gold keeps paying for my habit,
But stops me from living a dream.
Keeps me just so lucid,
To destroy another beam.

And with each I crack into,
Takes me down from my support.
Until there is nothing left,
No, nothing but rapport.

So I tie off just one more time,
And pick up my larger rig.
As the needle pierces skin,
My own ****** grave, I dig.