I'm not melodramatic,
I'm just pragmatic
beyond any
reasoning
for thinking I've
got ******* rabies,
or something.

I think this time
i'm dying.

I think i've
lost my mind.

Blurring the fact and the fiction
Whilst simultaneously
fixing
myself up
with a girl
named panadol

Bite the tablet, elixir
Disintergrate
Mouth's a mixer

I think this time
i'm dying.

Saline solution
to all your
problems.

i trade money for magic,
looking for ephemeral feelings with eternal damage.
and when you're not there to save me,
i keep taking codine to stop the saline.
and there's a few things i forgot to mention,
specifically every bad intention.
i drove for miles to find you
but in the end i found myself.
that, and a couple empty bottles of jack.