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Dec 2014
I know we all give up on,
Lost causes when the time's up.
But my heart keeps beating,
Knowing that we will make it through.

You could keep me honest,
You could keep me from everything,
Everything that makes me self destructive.
You could keep me from setting myself aflame.

I know that everything is messed up,
Waiting for the sound of the gong,
To dance around my head,
Keeping my heartbeat sound.

And I know I keep *******,
Everything up time and time again,
But I promise I'll be here,
If only you'll be here with me.

I know I'm a mess,
I don't need the sight of,
A needle or a drop of my blood,
To tell me that.

Maybe I need a few pills,
To keep me alive,
Or maybe you'll be the,
****** I need tonight.

Maybe you're the rush,
Baby you're the rush,
I keep on postponing,
Keep on putting off the question.

But give me one more shot,
Give me one more *****,
One more rush and I promise,
I'll ask for just one more each time.
Aaron Reisinger
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