...I need you like a .45 against my temple...
...I need you like a nicotine fix...
...Every other thought in my mind...
...You...
...Recreate your media induced comatosed ideals...
...Remove the silicone, plastic, hair spray, and lipstick...
...Rid me of my depression...
...Make me feel okay...
...Put that .45 in my hands...
...And trust me enough to turn away...