would you get out' the way if you saw
headlights coming your way through the fog?
it's a radio's hit song crushing you in monotone.
i tried talking to you, but you're not in this room
floating through a mind doused in methadone.
but that's better than where you came from,
you dribbled past the hit, and serenity's left you falling down.

the dreams, they came
at full speed, to take
(your head out of this nightmare)
where you belong.

well the child in you fades out in time.
fever kicks in, begging for the syringe.
black seeps into your veins until all the color's run dry.
the one's you love abandoned you. you lay forgotten.
back lace entwines your feet. have you forgotten them?
just this week, you've got thirteen wakes to attend.
and the purpose of your life is lost; the planes of your thought begin to bend.

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