Can't say I'm not disappointed, in how we got off track
I'm not double jointed, bending my fingers back
The needles and the pills, are our choice of escape
getting our joy and fill, creating pans to scrape
No not us, forever young never to succumb
institutional logic, remaining dumb, and numb
Just because they said it, doesn't mean that we heard
all the uttered warnings, and the damage now incurred
This is your brain on drugs, we've all been told before
dismissive with our shrugs, not taking less, but more
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:54 AM UTC
Can't say I'm not disappointed, in how we got off track
I'm not double jointed, bending my fingers back
The needles and the pills, are our choice of escape
getting our joy and fill, creating pans to scrape
No not us, forever young never to succumb
institutional logic, remaining dumb, and numb
Just because they said it, doesn't mean that we heard
all the uttered warnings, and the damage now incurred
This is your brain on drugs, we've all been told before
dismissive with our shrugs, not taking less, but more
The hole consumes all, even when managing to climb out, it can never be filled in
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