Heavy hand, middle class
Chemical in a bag
All I want; love me all the time
Enough is never enough
I won’t talk if you pull me up
And collect my blood inside a cup
Spit me out or let me in
A fantasy, a sedative
I love the way you turn to face me
Drive to my head
Filled with smoke, seamless dread
I don’t come to you now
When you call I can’t feel it
I remember the promise of a future
Could it all be in my head?
Could the reaction be a godsеnd?
I made my bed, I’ll lie in it
I bit thе curb and all at once
Vision blurs, pressure rise
And then time becomes nothing
Face that truth
Any old you
I don’t care
I’ll be your “soon”
A folly of youth
Spit and then bend
I don’t care
I’ll be your friend
In death and youth