Shaded eyes, and common lust upon your lips
Beckon to me, for I hold something similar
A drug inflicted by this constant mosquito
Keeps piercing my neck, like you do
All I want is permanent
But all that is happening is temporary
...
Stuck in my own head, but you\'re still there
The smoke won\'t cover your face anymore
Only brings low highs
A broken canoe on this rampant river
And I\'m sunk again by uncommon chemicals
Hoping these waves never bob me back up again
...
Won\'t you just kill me, or at least let me drown in melodramatic musings?
A bullet to the brain could be similar to a snipped umbilical,
If only I was ready to pull that trigger or use those scissors
God fucking damn you
...
Waking up somewhere between 4 and 5
Dusted off shoulders and empty bottles
Shook you off with the dust, I hoped
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