if I was an addict
you'd be the coke
I'd be dependent
and you'd keep me running
if I was down
you'd bring me higher
I'd be scattered around
my mind, on fire
but take you away
or give me too much
in the morgue I would lay
because I needed the rush
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
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