Something Like Opium
she said the cold with out the snow
is just stupid
and i always get down
in the winter
i've seen the bad side of good
the good side of being down
and everyman seems to be his
own god damn prisoner
some days are like tomorrow
and mean nothing
i been known to lose it all
sometimes i just calm it down
but it matters not what i do now
i'm searching for a feeling
some what less than empty
something that feels like opium
after you breathe
i was once potent enough
to wanna be left alone
now saturdays pester
as if theoretically i'm gone
to tell the tale of a story untold
winter sheers my patience pale
so i light a fire, exhale
watch my conscience
pour mercury on a verse
you see the trouble with the curve
is sometimes things seem worse
than they actually are
hindsight i wanna feel like you feel
like opium just after you breathe
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