I've been dead inside don't even care if life gets better
Even if problems were set aside I know I wouldn't get better
Even these poems are just the dregs of someone I don't remember
Someone who cant feel attached not a spark to be found on tinder
I have drowned underwater below the sea and all I do is flounder
Sometimes I keep goin hoping that one day I'll have found her
Then somehow I might hold on and escape this water
Until then LSD gives it all a little color

Drugs make fake emotion like swells in this ocean
So don't mind me when I mix up a potion
Just need something to imitate passion
Something to slow the corrosion
Never touched a drug for the fashion
Just needed the chemical compassion
So when I come round the dealer cashes in