Had another great time today
me and you driving fast in my car
stopping at random places
we never get that far
you swear we're being followed
I swear we go a flat tire
80 degrees with a sweatshirt
Im thinking we need to get higher
blood on the console
dents on the door
throw the phone in the back
cant take that fucking ring no more
disgusted with myself
I pretend it dont effect me
selling my body and my soul
gotta get that money
Its the glamorous life you see
same shit over and over again
just one more shot I tell myself
or 2 or 3 or 10
Maybe I can pull it together tommorw
but I probably wont even try
without dope and coke in my veins
I just wanna fucking cry
maybe one day I will wake up
maybe its all a dream
For now I got 2 options
Die or get fucking clean
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