Sunday, August 16, 2009


There isn't enough good luck to pump through my veins. Get me through to the sunshine. Riding shotgun on a gurney (life in the fast lane). Slept through heaven, straight to the snooze button in hell. I've got a restless mind and a tounge to match. Talk myself down off the ledge. Behind closed doors, I'm all I've got. Tied my lifeline around my chest. Keep me safe when the world gets darker. This doesn't make sense but I've senseless. Behind tired eyes, the world seems out of focus and grey.

I was(nt) fine before the pills.

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