how can&nbsp;&nbsp;you fix your depression with indifference. 
two blues to go with my dollar domestic 
in a hour the frontal lobe goes dark. 
i don't feel for anything . 

laying on my friends couch&nbsp;&nbsp;asking for her fingers in my hair. 
how strange it is to find yourself in your stained button up and wing tips
dancing on the plaza. 
the&nbsp;&nbsp;local street preacher even finds himself perplexed. 
maybe this is one better off not saved. 

some drugs we do for fun , 
some we do so we can have fun.
some drugs leave you in a white room&nbsp;&nbsp;waiting for slow melodic ticking of the clock to run out .