Drugs
“Drugs”
8:00, where you at with the good convo
I’m waiting patiently but maybe I’m pushing for pronto
I’m addicted and I’m hoping that you can follow
Me, to a place where your feelings are hollow
Choose a pill, I just hope it’s not hard to swallow
9: 30, I’m feeling hazy and anxious
Struck with boredom
Pick up the phone, I have feelings
Please break this
Anger from loss of words
You see I’m trying
Pageless
12:00, floating on this cloud
I think I misunderstood
Waiting up for you were my intentions
But now this tension isn’t good
I never learned my lesson to co-op with everything i could
So i crave this feeling just like an addict would
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