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Mixed Signals

Sometimes the only thing
That gets me out of bed
Is a coffee and a cigarette

And I don�t even like coffee

But I hope that each day
It might make my heart beat
A little faster
And my blood pressure
A little stronger

Until the cigarette
Knocks it back down again

Hopefully the next drag
Will produce some serotonin

Because I only seem to get high
When my body is in fight or flight

Or when I�m flying to an unknown location
Because I won�t find remnants of
my past self there
& all of her demons

Lying in bed

But it seems that the only place I can be me
Is when I�m dreaming
Because everything�s make believe
And I can forgive myself

I guess if I look close & honest
I can see how many mixed signals
I send
Cigarettes & coffee only being one of them