I can't spend my life
doing
(you)
drugs in a dis-
connected daze
getting
(drugs)
lost in
your basement
your pow(d)er
your laugh, Captivating
at 21, but
it's not
(reality)
enough for me
To keep going, I
can't keep
(you; from)
living this way.
You've got passion like Jimi, I
walk a line between Mahatma and Che
We were born
visionaries, but your
(pills lie)
philosophy looks more like a junkie
doing an ostrich dance over fine
education
a pink bathrobe and a turntable.
I loved you more than anything
but i can't burn
(my hair, fifteen layers of skin, my chances -
they believe)
this
(in me)
Torch any( )more.
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