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Of Worth that Matters Not
I believe in making sacrifices for personal gain
Like running out late at night for a fix
The price is a bit higher than it was last week
It's cool.
It's not like I can think clearly enough to do the math
As I'm handing over those crumpled bills
I cut someone off in my rush to get home
Good thing.
No police were there I forgot to bring my license
Back at my apartment, I waste no time
The sign on the door is a deep red colour now
It still reads 'rent overdue' just like always
Whatever.
I hustle to my room with the goods
I don't know why I still lock the door behind me
Janine stormed out months ago
No Matter. Probably for the best.
I take my treaure out of the bag
My armpit passes dangerously close to my nose
I stink of urine and sweat
Or maybe they call it anticipation..
Who gives?
I take the stuff in my hand
But I'm shaking
And it falls to the floor
It takes a minute to recover from the panic
But at least I got more than one
Going down it soothes, burning ever so slightly
And feeling like nothing else on Earth
After a few hours I run out
And remember again why I choose to live my life this way
It's all for you
Dr. Pepper you so crazy
Like running out late at night for a fix
The price is a bit higher than it was last week
It's cool.
It's not like I can think clearly enough to do the math
As I'm handing over those crumpled bills
I cut someone off in my rush to get home
Good thing.
No police were there I forgot to bring my license
Back at my apartment, I waste no time
The sign on the door is a deep red colour now
It still reads 'rent overdue' just like always
Whatever.
I hustle to my room with the goods
I don't know why I still lock the door behind me
Janine stormed out months ago
No Matter. Probably for the best.
I take my treaure out of the bag
My armpit passes dangerously close to my nose
I stink of urine and sweat
Or maybe they call it anticipation..
Who gives?
I take the stuff in my hand
But I'm shaking
And it falls to the floor
It takes a minute to recover from the panic
But at least I got more than one
Going down it soothes, burning ever so slightly
And feeling like nothing else on Earth
After a few hours I run out
And remember again why I choose to live my life this way
It's all for you
Dr. Pepper you so crazy
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