Journal: Drugs. -------------------------------------------Mood: Braindead.Boy: Give me one good reson not to, and I'll reconcider it.
Girl:
I'm stronger than the beat cocaine can create in your heart,
I'm itchier than you can ever scratch from your heroine,
i can make your eyes roll back until you can see the bottom of your stomach; more than ecstasy will even dare,
I'll make you fall harder than any other "trip" LSD has been known for,
And when I fly, You're riding on my shoulders, which is way to high for THC,
Let's not even get started about the visions me and my friend, Shrooms collaborate ahead of time, to keep in mind.
Boy:
I like to feel my heart beat. Let's me know I'm alive.
Itching helps the scratch that life leaves behind.
That would be a neat ass view
I need to get off my high horse sometimes, so a fall would be good.
You couldn't even carry me on your shoulders, and if you could.. fuck yeah.
I'm already schitzophrenic, plus I'm on meds, so I'm used to it, baby.
Girl: then, i'm not a fucking drug, babe.
i'm your fucking cure....Created 2008-07-13 07:40:52 |
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