It plays and I'm at home in myself for once.
Therapy through a headset.
It thumps through my body and my mind is at rest for 3 minutes and 46 seconds.
The memories behind it is its own measure of infinity.
The remedy for the feelings I can't understand.
It says the right words when no one else can.
Medication being injected in the form of sound waves.
The formula for how I am humanly made up.
The antidote to the poison that is my constant surroundings.
This is to you, My favorite song.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
It plays and I'm at home in myself for once.
Therapy through a headset.
It thumps through my body and my mind is at rest for 3 minutes and 46 seconds.
The memories behind it is its own measure of infinity.
The remedy for the feelings I can't understand.
It says the right words when no one else can.
Medication being injected in the form of sound waves.
The formula for how I am humanly made up.
The antidote to the poison that is my constant surroundings.
This is to you, My favorite song.
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