When I hold that gram in my hand, I feel this sudden rush.
One is never enough, and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
so we can
blame it all on drugs
maybe and
take the blame off us
i hope you understand
****** glazed look on my lover,
memories I'll share with a
coke fiend brother
it's more than repression
it's a corrective agent I use to smother
I have grown to love you more than anything else
I even love you more than my sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you?
Just one more..I'll feel brand new
so we can
blame it all on drugs
maybe and
take the blame off us
i hope you understand
I flew for a while.
High, but not beyond reach.
I spoke truths and lies
accepted things, and denied
I worked on me silently
But I can't shake reality
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:53 PM UTC
When I hold that gram in my hand, I feel this sudden rush.
One is never enough, and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
so we can
blame it all on drugs
maybe and
take the blame off us
i hope you understand
****** glazed look on my lover,
memories I'll share with a
coke fiend brother
it's more than repression
it's a corrective agent I use to smother
I have grown to love you more than anything else
I even love you more than my sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you?
Just one more..I'll feel brand new
so we can
blame it all on drugs
maybe and
take the blame off us
i hope you understand
I flew for a while.
High, but not beyond reach.
I spoke truths and lies
accepted things, and denied
I worked on me silently
But I can't shake reality
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