I give it meaning, you give it meaning. Hear a song? Feel a taste? It's yours to keep.
Your tramadol
Is coursing through my bones
Like all we know is sex and rehab
Come get me high
Let's sink into the sky
Cause I think we're all born in rehab.
And 'Caine takes the pain
But oh baby, he's vain.
A sour taste, like love is on your face,
(Nothing prescribes
such delicate highs)
Your morphine dreams
Are slipping through the seams
(Sell them for
a bag of money)
Olanzapine
The worst you've ever seen
I'd rather have a red ferrari.
Another line
Across the gates of time
And we're all linked and in sync aren't we?
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