Tattered wooden beams seemed likely to break underneath my footsteps
Tobacco burned a hole in my cheek I soothed with the diet pepsi we'd stolen as well
Nice views look prettier from where you love
Soft ridged lips along the horizon
The air stood frozen along his shaking chest where I lay my head now
Waterfalls lulling me to half sleep, warm with the touch of another being
As you whisper your lips tickle my hair
"I don't have friends. I have drugs. And I have you."
Keeping to your word was the sketchbook that seemed tormented with schizophrenia, melted wax outlining the broken words
"I hate drugs, actually, but you should let me hit that"
I never thought I could breath out of a light bulb
The concept was much too ironic for me
It wasn't even concern until I heard a little voice telling me to stop smelling like her daddy
And the water I used to wash down my medicine poured down my face
The faded recorded seeming to keep time with it "I want to live where soul meets body"
Then it all gets too bright and I can't walk to your car
I didn't think I could speak but my thoughts were out loud
And I asked myself if this is what drugs feel like
Is this what love feels like