WHAT WOULD I DO WITH DRUGS

WHAT WOULD I DO WITH DRUGS

i would paint mountains
keep 'em high
i would climb falls
keep 'em low
i don't wanna see you go
i don't wanna lose control
i wanna hear you call
again, and again, and again, i fall
burst a hole through that wall
i don't climb walls, i crawl
i know you can feel music course through your body, too
good, gah, i miss yah
if only i had telepathy
i no longer have a use for this voice
and these words, on empty sheets
empty streets, between the sheets
love is a lie, i know
i stole these words from a song
and i can't come up with anything better
when every breath i spit
reminds me of wasted nothings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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