I love having no strings on
Don't mind old songs that prove me wrong
Loving the burning sensation down my tube of consumption
Leaving Thoughts through lips with no assumptions
Halting nothing, not even the toxin
Welcoming each one that is approaching
The drowning is just so vacuously dry
In a switch between myself and I
In my possession there is no shell
Just drinking, falling and feeling swell
The confidence in my hand, my new companion
Expressing things, While still standing
Crying, begging for more of the fuel
Not feeling the numb that is so kindly cruel
In searching for it, My bringer of exposed teeth
Sipping, gulping for the underneath