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Blame it all (I hope you understand)
I have grown to love you more than anything else
More than my sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you?
Just one more…
I’ll feel brand new
Blame it all on drugs
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
When I hold that gram in my hand, I feel this sudden rush.
One is never enough, and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
Benediction by injection, benediction all the same
I flew for a while.
High, but not beyond reach.
I spoke truths and lies
accepted and denied
I worked on me silently,
but I couldn’t shake reality
No matter how hard I tried
So let's blame it all on drugs,
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
Blame it all on drugs
baby and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
I hope you understand
I wasn’t told about the dark
and the day
and the grey of the
in-between
everything
bleeds into nothing
and four white walls
stare down on me…
It’s more than a habit, it’s desperate abuse
I can see I’m no longer of use
All in all I guess it’s forgiven
Now that I’m livin’ the life I’m livin’
But baby!
Maybe we can
Blame it all on drugs
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
More than my sick and twisted self
Who needs therapy when I have you?
Just one more…
I’ll feel brand new
Blame it all on drugs
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
When I hold that gram in my hand, I feel this sudden rush.
One is never enough, and 20 is never too much
Grabbing onto my thoughts and killing all the pain
Benediction by injection, benediction all the same
I flew for a while.
High, but not beyond reach.
I spoke truths and lies
accepted and denied
I worked on me silently,
but I couldn’t shake reality
No matter how hard I tried
So let's blame it all on drugs,
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
Blame it all on drugs
baby and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
I hope you understand
I wasn’t told about the dark
and the day
and the grey of the
in-between
everything
bleeds into nothing
and four white walls
stare down on me…
It’s more than a habit, it’s desperate abuse
I can see I’m no longer of use
All in all I guess it’s forgiven
Now that I’m livin’ the life I’m livin’
But baby!
Maybe we can
Blame it all on drugs
maybe and
Take the blame off us
I hope you understand
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