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"The Galvanization of Instant Gratification"
I took my time - after all, 10 years together
isn't just erased over night; so, I took my
time and over and over again, meaningless-sex
and vapid, soul-depleting one-night stands
and fucks-on-a-whim, my soul galvanized
If I lied - if I didn't try... if I went there, to the
line and crossing-over it, did so one to many
times; if I never-minded and,
"No Fucks Gave to the Signs," that were very
present and rife, it was all in love...
Because, the things that we do, we do for love;
after all, it's the most abusive and self-destructive
drug
It'll take your soul, drag it through the mud and
when you're laying there suffocating and near-death
say...
"I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to; can we try over again,"
only to get you comfortable and do it to you all over
again
So we relapse and hit the old haunt when the Jones
becomes to hard to resist; when lying in bed, we
feel our guts aching and churning within
Cold-sweats; Regrets
Trembling and peeking-out of the blinds to see whose
lights are shining-in... and then, we pick up the phone
and make the call to try and get one more hit
Because, the things that we do, we do for love; after
all, it's the most abusive and self-destructive drug
It'll take your soul, drag it through the mud and when
you're laying there suffocating and near-death say...
"I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to; can we try over again,"
only to get you comfortable and do it all over again
But I'll take my time - after all, old loves don't just
erase over night; and I'll take my time and over and
over again, meaningless-sex and vapid, soul-depleting
one-night stands and fucks-on-a-whim have, until I,
clean and no longer co-dependent, my soul galvanize
isn't just erased over night; so, I took my
time and over and over again, meaningless-sex
and vapid, soul-depleting one-night stands
and fucks-on-a-whim, my soul galvanized
If I lied - if I didn't try... if I went there, to the
line and crossing-over it, did so one to many
times; if I never-minded and,
"No Fucks Gave to the Signs," that were very
present and rife, it was all in love...
Because, the things that we do, we do for love;
after all, it's the most abusive and self-destructive
drug
It'll take your soul, drag it through the mud and
when you're laying there suffocating and near-death
say...
"I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to; can we try over again,"
only to get you comfortable and do it to you all over
again
So we relapse and hit the old haunt when the Jones
becomes to hard to resist; when lying in bed, we
feel our guts aching and churning within
Cold-sweats; Regrets
Trembling and peeking-out of the blinds to see whose
lights are shining-in... and then, we pick up the phone
and make the call to try and get one more hit
Because, the things that we do, we do for love; after
all, it's the most abusive and self-destructive drug
It'll take your soul, drag it through the mud and when
you're laying there suffocating and near-death say...
"I'm Sorry, I didn't mean to; can we try over again,"
only to get you comfortable and do it all over again
But I'll take my time - after all, old loves don't just
erase over night; and I'll take my time and over and
over again, meaningless-sex and vapid, soul-depleting
one-night stands and fucks-on-a-whim have, until I,
clean and no longer co-dependent, my soul galvanize
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