so i needed some help getting over my
addiction, biting the pillow every time the
smoke blew through the screen with all it's
beautiful temptation. and she's right there
every time, reminding me why i'm done,
reminding me why my lips need to stay clean.
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so she needed some help getting over her
addiction, pulling a sweatshirt on every time
beautiful boys walked by and stared.
and i'm right there, reminding her why
they don't need it, reminding her
why her lips need to stay pure.
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so he needed some help getting over his
addiction, tears welling up every time i
walked in the room with my miniskirts
and love. and i was right there,
reminding him why the depression needed
to go, why his lips needed to stay happy.
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so i needed some help getting over my
addiction, biting the pillow every time the
phone rang with all their problems slipping
out. and no one's there to remind me
why my lips need to stay closed.
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so i start with the clean white filters,
pure pain flowing into my lungs,
and i'm happy again because
my heart is closed.