Aug 2017
I love how we sugarcoat the struggle. It fits my fingers and decorates my wounds. Usually the Dog would lick them but this, this is too rosey. It's sunny on my soft hospital bed and I can hear the sound of medicine ringing in my ears.
The numbness caused by the dosage really disappoints my fans of the performance I put on when the drugs kick in. Allergic reactions to the drugs that look like a seizure so perfectly executed just so Portia can come to my rescue. She's the nurse with the beautiful *** and Warm chest. I'd like to thank the academy.
I know this feeling won't last forever. Least I'm not drunk again. Nostalgia's a ***** in this bed. My sorrows in the cigarette smoke was how I blew off steam. You knew I was fighting demons when I rolled the greens. I'd blow and blow some more to sharpen my senses. Wait, is that a six or a nine? Oops I didn't mean to jump the gun. The bullet missed my skull and Pierced my soul.
Stumbling through my recovery at least I got jack And Susan to help me. Sorry I meant Anxiety and I don't give a **** about your dying pet. That'll be anger.
Don't lose focus, back to my sunny hospital bed.
The effects of drugs and alcohol. Least I know what killed me. Of course you'll live longer than me. I inject my tight veins with boiling liquids, my twitching hands and bloodshot eyes dare not interrupt my fix. You on the other hand, Pizza and a Coke and call it a night. Huh. I'll race you to the death bed.
Sit down and compute. The difference is that my fixes take longer to prepare so you can keep reading about standards and Choices but don't act concerned, this is not sophisticated.
Okay. I'm about to perform again. I'd like to thank the academy. Isn't sad that Portia isn't working today?
All my efforts gone to waste. Lord, My hospital bed is winter now and it's here to stay. I always knew I'd be buried with the winter. My souvenir to a warmer world.
Look at it however way you want, Roses with thorns or Thorns with roses. The ride has beautiful colours and thorny Grounds but most importantly, the ride ends.
I'm sorry, is this the part where I cry?
The numbness caused by the dosage really disappoints my fans of the performance I put on when the drugs kick in. Allergic reactions to the drugs that look like a seizure so perfectly executed just so Portia can come to my rescue. She's the nurse with the beautiful *** and Warm chest. I'd like to thank the academy.
I know this feeling won't last forever. Least I'm not drunk again. Nostalgia's a ***** in this bed. My sorrows in the cigarette smoke was how I blew off steam. You knew I was fighting demons when I rolled the greens. I'd blow and blow some more to sharpen my senses. Wait, is that a six or a nine? Oops I didn't mean to jump the gun. The bullet missed my skull and Pierced my soul.
Stumbling through my recovery at least I got jack And Susan to help me. Sorry I meant Anxiety and I don't give a **** about your dying pet. That'll be anger.
Don't lose focus, back to my sunny hospital bed.
The effects of drugs and alcohol. Least I know what killed me. Of course you'll live longer than me. I inject my tight veins with boiling liquids, my twitching hands and bloodshot eyes dare not interrupt my fix. You on the other hand, Pizza and a Coke and call it a night. Huh. I'll race you to the death bed.
Sit down and compute. The difference is that my fixes take longer to prepare so you can keep reading about standards and Choices but don't act concerned, this is not sophisticated.
Okay. I'm about to perform again. I'd like to thank the academy. Isn't sad that Portia isn't working today?
All my efforts gone to waste. Lord, My hospital bed is winter now and it's here to stay. I always knew I'd be buried with the winter. My souvenir to a warmer world.
Look at it however way you want, Roses with thorns or Thorns with roses. The ride has beautiful colours and thorny Grounds but most importantly, the ride ends.
I'm sorry, is this the part where I cry?
