from-cutting-linesA drunken junkie shells out another heated Franklin.She gave away the right-of-way, right away.Welcome to knife-to-throat English language wordplay.the trickle, it tickles, the blade grows wings.Bring on the serotonin. Do you want this? ( I do. )</b> Do I want this? ( I do. )</b>Self eradication, from this bed where I've been placed,leads to bathroom ressurections, and empty demo tapes.Yesterday, I wrote down a list of my possessions.I didn't have the heart to pen your name.I've got (oh, and in exactly this order):A burning throat, a throbbing skull, a will to live, but no choice at all.Perspiration cues failure.I did what you said and thought of the people.I did what you said..I did what you said..I was to let myself slip gently away.Lights flash, red signs pass.And so dry lungs saw no flood that night.What a shame.It's been a few weeks, and my head isn't spinningConversation doesn't come, I know I'm not winning.Another day of sobriety
goodbye darlingmy darling your snarling at mei see now how i was blindi hear now how I've lost my mindbut me you'll certainly never findwhen busted binds break open widei'm free again so step aside i wouldn't give you the closure of my tearsor comfort your doubts with my foolish fears.im strong enough to know i can't be in your life and live mine so i must make my way to get away and save my peace of mind good bye my darling goodbye.