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On top of a stained mattress There is no love, just oxycodone-loading- and memories, "Tender, please"- take ten of these-don't fake a dose because I am close. I am close. I am close to you. I feel okay, I feel okay Well, I don't know-I don't show. "Wait, don't go." I feel okay, I feel okay We don't show, no. "Wait, don't go." There are only memories of when we were young guns. We are too true- take your oxycodone- and it's terrifying. On top of a star, "You'll go far." I love you enough to go to L.A.- I feel okay, I feel okay- Take your oxycodone to get through the day. And kiss me goodbye before you try to swim through the stratosphere, my dear-it's clear. It's near. "Wait, I want to say- before I slow motion this emotion that starts with a commotion in my chest- that I love you best and it hurts to let go, but it's not because of you. I didn't know. I didn't know what to do. And it's true, and that's what makes it terrifying. My world is salt, my sluggish love. So, take your oxycodone, because you don't want to feel what I feel. And you don't want to reel like I reel." I feel okay, I feel okay Well, I don't know-I don't show. "Wait, don't go." I feel okay, I feel okay We don't show, no. "Wait, don't go." There are only memories of when we were young guns. We are too true- take your oxycodone- and it's terrifying.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
5. Oxycodone-80's Films in the Dark with You
On top of a stained mattress There is no love, just oxycodone-loading- and memories, "Tender, please"- take ten of these-don't fake a dose because I am close. I am close. I am close to you. I feel okay, I feel okay Well, I don't know-I don't show. "Wait, don't go." I feel okay, I feel okay We don't show, no. "Wait, don't go." There are only memories of when we were young guns. We are too true- take your oxycodone- and it's terrifying. On top of a star, "You'll go far." I love you enough to go to L.A.- I feel okay, I feel okay- Take your oxycodone to get through the day. And kiss me goodbye before you try to swim through the stratosphere, my dear-it's clear. It's near. "Wait, I want to say- before I slow motion this emotion that starts with a commotion in my chest- that I love you best and it hurts to let go, but it's not because of you. I didn't know. I didn't know what to do. And it's true, and that's what makes it terrifying. My world is salt, my sluggish love. So, take your oxycodone, because you don't want to feel what I feel. And you don't want to reel like I reel." I feel okay, I feel okay Well, I don't know-I don't show. "Wait, don't go." I feel okay, I feel okay We don't show, no. "Wait, don't go." There are only memories of when we were young guns. We are too true- take your oxycodone- and it's terrifying.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
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