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when the sun's up you'll corrupt
our youth and when the sun goes
down you'll find yourself and you'll
point all your fingers and demand
'where are your drugs? we need
them. where are your drugs? we
need an escape. where are your
drugs? we need them tonight--;'
come home, even though you're
wearing the same thing sunday
that you left in friday; the same
cut off jean shorts and the same
sweatshirt but we can see your
undergarments hanging out of
your purse, don't lie anymore
(you're not good at it anyway)
we're eating birdseed and giving
ice cream cones to pidgeons, i can
see them staring at us from the
window sills, crashing against the
panes in waves of low black tide
and it's all so funny, so funny that
i can't even really see the humor
in it anymore but seeing as how
you're still laughing, i'll laugh too.
( could you please point me to your
chemicals? i'd like to feel like myself )
don't think i can't see you staring
at your scarred wrists and missing
the feeling of metal on your skin,
but know that even the sharpest of
exacto knifes can't save you now.
my idol is a boy with too many problems
to diagnose, a boy who has a phobia
of touching his eyes and he loves the
colour purple. my idol left me to get high,
but i know he'll be back soon to ask me
questions i'm too afraid to think about
and answer questions he's eager to
corrupt me with. my idol is a boy who
has my heart in the palm of his hand
and i'm fighting real hard to get it back
but his bones are made of iron, unlike
mine [which are made of paper mache]
my idol is a boy who uses his student
i.d. to cut lines and who can't last a
night without being high off of his mind.
i think my idol is just another insecure boy.
where are your drugs? today we
need them where are your drugs?
we need to escape where are your
drugs? it's time to escape this --;
{ {
arsenic never seemed so insidious.
how ambiguous.
inspired heavily by chemicals by armor for sleep.
'can you please point me to your chemicals?
i need to feel like i've got rocks in my eyelids.
the only super hero i've ever know was you,
about five years ago; was you, about five years
ago. where are your drugs? today we need
them. where are your drugs? we need your
escape. where are your drugs? today we need'
© 2009 - 2024 crushasphyxia
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why is it,
every guy like that,
likes purple?
it's a dangerous colour, i suppose.
bythewaythisisfuckingamazing.
every guy like that,
likes purple?
it's a dangerous colour, i suppose.
bythewaythisisfuckingamazing.