Go the distance
cigarette in one hand
other on the steering wheel
listening to stories about drugs
keep running, do not stop
the world must end somewhere
why not on this backroad
step into a dream
become the fantasy
what is reality
when you live in the mind
I am quite insane
this thought is what hides it
judge me, hate me
I am honest
schizophrenia shines in times like these
who am I tonight
I will be a God hiding in silhouettes
a little girl crying in shame
or that boy screaming into the night
who cares when this is a dream
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 5:45 PM UTC
Go the distance
cigarette in one hand
other on the steering wheel
listening to stories about drugs
keep running, do not stop
the world must end somewhere
why not on this backroad
step into a dream
become the fantasy
what is reality
when you live in the mind
I am quite insane
this thought is what hides it
judge me, hate me
I am honest
schizophrenia shines in times like these
who am I tonight
I will be a God hiding in silhouettes
a little girl crying in shame
or that boy screaming into the night
who cares when this is a dream
I was driving in the dark listening to Not An Addict when I wrote this. I have no idea what it means.
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