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fast awake and agitated wonderdrug bad mistake stomach sunk with candy
cane fishin lures that lacerate as i shake she hold me close but dont speak
i wont either eyelids weighed down with copper save my two cents for the boatkeeper shook me in and out of daydreams hands across my chest i say dont worry its peace these burgundy sheets will camoflauge the mess
climb between her saying this gifts an uzi baby whisper to me girl she told
me god and santa claus were dead
wrapped in silk two caterpillars one coccoon we're under now but when
the cycles done theres just one butterfly thats comin out
its the sickest kind of love neither hungry for the truth and while im
crippled by the drugs shes just a glutton for abuse
we'd reach the highest mountain and after it erupt she said im in her
heart while cringin from the cancer in her gut she'd threaten exodus
id hold my throat in barritone until she barrel rolled across me givin
off the sweetest pheremones this periscopes collectin dust the lens
is fuckin shattered but theres a hundred answers as to why the surface
doesnt matter all survival skills depleted got only
time to kill I make a path to the bathroom through expired pills and
hydro bills
this third floor holy water aint enough to ease my trembling if im a
write this story backwards then i need to reach an ending something
golden turned to ugly from those bottled up emotions mommy almost
but her tummy wasnt strong enough to hold it

met her on the overpass where i sat and wrote
she told me dirty jokes between the os in her smoke
thoughts of what we could had have got me on the ropes
you see regrets a bitch but pessimist or not shes just a ghost x2

now i need to decide to stay or leave her behind and say goodbye i bit my tongue and felt a piece of me die cant give her up im weak and besides i need her shes mine dont give a fuck bout what the doctors say theyll see she'll be fine now this is bug they wanna operate my babys in hell she said if god wants me hes gonna have to take me himself not even 20 years old i guess you learn to be hard when you got 3 generations worth of surgery scars spent a good part of her life on top a hospital bed she said she'd rather die at home than in an oxygen tent thought her spirit left seen her nearly dead couldnt hear her breath but this angel stood her ground where reapers fear to tread. saw hours turn into days, days turn into weeks saw cancer go into remission heard it purrin in its sleep my girls been thirsty for some peace things were goin back to normal sort of so that sickness was a dirty word we didnt speak and soon enough we went back to sleepin at night. read our faces in between the lines for reasons to fight I wasnt ready for this stuation so i spent my time chasin the high she couldnt give me anymore
this love got the best of me drunk off the chemistry my gut rot eventually
these drugs cost me everything
id give my life to heal her but then again in a minute i would have stole her morphine if she only told me where she hid it.