You\'re not out of my head yet
Not out of my head, my head
Never going to get out of my bed
Might as well be dead
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I\'m coming off of Vicodin, and you\'re still here
I\'m counting my own senses, and you\'re not one of them
So why do I love you?
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Doctor, give me an antibiotic
My wounds still need stitching
It\'s been so lonely and long
Ever since we stopped bitching
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Counting sheep and passing fantasies
You keep looping in my slobbered slumber
Why don\'t I hate you?
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God, why do you stay?
Linger and you don\'t even taste good
Guess your just like a cigarette
We both age, but one of us will always fall back
My lungs show the truth
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