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Drugs and i get on like a house on fire

 I never understood that one, , sure I get what it means but...

If the house burns where will I do my drugs
Or worse yet what if the house goes up with the drugs inside

I love you like an alcoholic
do you now, well then bring us two buckets of vodka.. For balance of course
chase the aches away Mr beam, you light the way. What is it you need.. Beer. Cheap wine, something expensive? All tastes the same when it comes back up red

Fuck the warning signs... Care for another round

Remember the self medicated days
shoveling down antipsychotics like tic tacs

You have a VERY blasé attitude about you(stop feeding me then woman) , she had said as we chased the Amitriptyline down with whiskey.. Passed out, fucked each others brains out.. Or was that out fucked each others brains passed out
 Just two wrongs destroying whatever light that once was


Why speedy
pin cushion
blow back
sneaky sound system
at the back of a rave
Sarah toning moaning
those receptors fried

A dissasosiated k hole
shows the way
Down and out
up and away
The choice though.... Yours alone
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Author's Note
Amazed I survived those years of abuse
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