Meet me at the methadone clinic
At 32nd and Regret
I'll nail our feet to the floor
So you can sit and get some rest
Don't tell me that it hurts too much
For i've seen you out at night
Sucking on a gold chain
Waiting for the right time
You live to give pain
And it's a self-inflicted pleasure
Your hungry eyes make wolves
Of men,but doesn't make them stay
Glamour isn't shot through a needle
Life isn't as broken as you think
And not a hundred thousand rainbows
could bring you back to innocence
© 2006 whitney bash
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