i've been dreaming about the bitter taste,
making me want to spit,
the burning in my throat,
but i'm still trying to quit
me and my dealer had a last hurrah,
he's finally moving away,
i'm going to miss his prices.
i wish he would stay.
the meds my doctors gave me
never made me feel the same,
i miss the high and i miss the numb,
but i guess i'm the one to blame
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 2:42 AM UTC
i've been dreaming about the bitter taste,
making me want to spit,
the burning in my throat,
but i'm still trying to quit
me and my dealer had a last hurrah,
he's finally moving away,
i'm going to miss his prices.
i wish he would stay.
the meds my doctors gave me
never made me feel the same,
i miss the high and i miss the numb,
but i guess i'm the one to blame
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