My body's full of toxins,
My head is full of smoke
My liver's decimated,
And every night I ****
The little girl you left behind
Is still somewhere inside of me,
Tucked beside my one night stands
And alcohol-induced debauchery
I still love to sing and dance,
But the innocence is gone
'Cause it's ***** grinding now
On some random's back lawn.
I'll always have the manners you taught,
How to say thank you and please,
Especially around officers
As I'm hiding my bag of ****
My choices may not be the best,
But better they are by far
Than a life inside a cubicle,
I prefer my stool at the bar
But I count myself lucky to know
That whenever this haze clears,
I'll be facing the path I need to take
To face all of my tears and fears
The future is a scary place,
Hard to face without an escape,
But growing up means no more games,
No more shots or **** to vape
So goodbye to my old comforts,
I must face this world head-on
With friends by my side and a goal in my head
I hope my past isn't completely long-gone
Would you care to take my hand once more?
To guide me down this road?
Or is it a new hand I should seek,
To help me bear this load?
Lover beside me, help to guide me
Questionable past, please last
Moral light, please remain bright
But first,
Just one more
Puff, puff
Pass
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 4:34 PM UTC
My body's full of toxins,
My head is full of smoke
My liver's decimated,
And every night I ****
The little girl you left behind
Is still somewhere inside of me,
Tucked beside my one night stands
And alcohol-induced debauchery
I still love to sing and dance,
But the innocence is gone
'Cause it's ***** grinding now
On some random's back lawn.
I'll always have the manners you taught,
How to say thank you and please,
Especially around officers
As I'm hiding my bag of ****
My choices may not be the best,
But better they are by far
Than a life inside a cubicle,
I prefer my stool at the bar
But I count myself lucky to know
That whenever this haze clears,
I'll be facing the path I need to take
To face all of my tears and fears
The future is a scary place,
Hard to face without an escape,
But growing up means no more games,
No more shots or **** to vape
So goodbye to my old comforts,
I must face this world head-on
With friends by my side and a goal in my head
I hope my past isn't completely long-gone
Would you care to take my hand once more?
To guide me down this road?
Or is it a new hand I should seek,
To help me bear this load?
Lover beside me, help to guide me
Questionable past, please last
Moral light, please remain bright
But first,
Just one more
Puff, puff
Pass