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Glass half full
When I'm sober,
My mind is fine,
My breathing isn't erratic,
Everything's sublime,
When I'm high,
Everything's radiant,
And the sun actually shines,
The glass is half full,
And my mind is like a swimming pool,
My brain is like a sand dune,
Or a fried egg on a day in June,
The world is becoming duller,
But when I'm high it's full of color,
I don't what I want,
I don't know what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the Juice.
The glass is half empty,
And the pills are becoming tempting,
I don't know what I want,
Or what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the colorful Juice.
My mind is fine,
My breathing isn't erratic,
Everything's sublime,
When I'm high,
Everything's radiant,
And the sun actually shines,
The glass is half full,
And my mind is like a swimming pool,
My brain is like a sand dune,
Or a fried egg on a day in June,
The world is becoming duller,
But when I'm high it's full of color,
I don't what I want,
I don't know what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the Juice.
The glass is half empty,
And the pills are becoming tempting,
I don't know what I want,
Or what to choose,
All I know,
Is that the voices stop,
When I have the colorful Juice.
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