Monday, April 5, 2010

Relapse

I put your words in a needle and shoot it up.
I get high real quick like sinner's luck.
I wanted more and more till my heart flat-lined
But I was taken away from sweet death in the nick of time.
But now you're back and so am I.
My needle's ready, now let's get high.

Let's fly.

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