I'm quitting you cause you're a drug,
And drugs are bad (I learned that in school.)
You're a stimulant in the way that you make my heart race
And my pupils dilate, and my palms sweat.
You're a depressant because you blur my brain
And lower my inhibitions to the floor.
You're a problem.
You're an addiction that I'd like to be rid of.
But the withdrawals are Hell,
And drive me back to you every single time I throw you away.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 12:27 AM UTC
I'm quitting you cause you're a drug,
And drugs are bad (I learned that in school.)
You're a stimulant in the way that you make my heart race
And my pupils dilate, and my palms sweat.
You're a depressant because you blur my brain
And lower my inhibitions to the floor.
You're a problem.
You're an addiction that I'd like to be rid of.
But the withdrawals are Hell,
And drive me back to you every single time I throw you away.
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