You told me you were crazy,
liked to smoke
mountains of cigarettes.
You told me you craved
massive amounts of whiskey,
you could gulp it all day &
follow with lots of Oxys,
said they took your edge off.
You said you were a crazed *** addict,
loved to do just about anything.
But first, you said
you wanted to be comatose,
had to be numb
before anything started,
'cause that was the only way
you could feel anything.
You said it was payback
for the damage
they'd done to your soul,
for being
forever thirsty
on phony love.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
You told me you were crazy,
liked to smoke
mountains of cigarettes.
You told me you craved
massive amounts of whiskey,
you could gulp it all day &
follow with lots of Oxys,
said they took your edge off.
You said you were a crazed *** addict,
loved to do just about anything.
But first, you said
you wanted to be comatose,
had to be numb
before anything started,
'cause that was the only way
you could feel anything.
You said it was payback
for the damage
they'd done to your soul,
for being
forever thirsty
on phony love.
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