A/N: For him. A week on vicodin messing with my head. I should've taken the phone out of my room. The scary part? : I don't remember doing it. He and a friend of mine informed me. I would regret it, but I can't. Take note of the breaks in which I have lain the phone conversation (the italics, if you will.)

Vicodin

Ring
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Ring
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Ring
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Don't hold her responsible
For what she does
Forever...

Ring
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Ring
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Ring
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She doesn't mean to say the things
She knows you don't want
To hear…

"Hello?"

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"Is (he) there?"
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"Just a minute."
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Hallucinogens, painkillers, cause
The daze that she
Is in.

"Hello?"
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"(his name)?"
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"Yeah."
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Inhibition less, stoned on
Medicines prescribed to ease
The pain.

"(his name)."
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"What?"
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"I love you."
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Saying things she shouldn't, wouldn't
And couldn't if
She knew

"I love you, (his name)."
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"Yeah, well, I gotta go. Peace."(he hangs up)
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"I love you."
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Learning not to live with
Too many boundaries,
Restrained souls may
Be unshackled
By the right drug.