Tear my red into empty lust
Hollow sex and pointless cigarettes
A connection I'll never feel but keep plugging
It really is me this time
Soft like silk but still cold shouldered
I'll drown myself in unknown pleasures
Drown it out like generations before
I really am just my old man
Smoke will calm and smoke will depress
Red eyes are full of lies
Soft like silk but still cold shouldered
I'll drown myself in unknown pleasures
And I'll be okay
Maybe not now, but some other day
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Wrote a song, and yes the title is a reference to Joy Division
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