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Pink Lemonade
~digging, digging, and digging for drama
until realizing I dug my own grave~
I’m swimming in the River Styx
trying to fight the current
seeing a hand reaching out
getting pulled down, down, down
closing my eyes in acceptance
letting the flow take me away
imagining sipping pink lemonade on hot summers day
opening my lids to see a cold winters storm
the perfect metaphor for we don’t all get paradise
suddenly I find myself in a junkie’s home
getting higher than I ever had before
feeling my heart start to slow down
the fix doesn’t work like it used to
this drug felt so much like love
but it was pure unfiltered lust
making me twitch when I’m without it
trying to redefine sobriety for my own normality
holding on to, maybe one day
until realizing I dug my own grave~
I’m swimming in the River Styx
trying to fight the current
seeing a hand reaching out
getting pulled down, down, down
closing my eyes in acceptance
letting the flow take me away
imagining sipping pink lemonade on hot summers day
opening my lids to see a cold winters storm
the perfect metaphor for we don’t all get paradise
suddenly I find myself in a junkie’s home
getting higher than I ever had before
feeling my heart start to slow down
the fix doesn’t work like it used to
this drug felt so much like love
but it was pure unfiltered lust
making me twitch when I’m without it
trying to redefine sobriety for my own normality
holding on to, maybe one day
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