if you ever find yourself riding shotgun with a dealer

and maybe your lips are a little sore from all the shotgunning:

beware of the way it's over so fast and you're spinning

out of control because his grip on your skin is so sexual

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if you ever find yourself in the clear of a dealers mind

and maybe your throat's a little sore from all the clearing:

beware of the way it's hazy so fast and you're falling

into distraction because his mouth moving is so memorable

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if you ever find yourself flying high in the middle of a train station,

with nothing but raw red skin and a hard to swallow memory:

beware of the way that your life is never going to be the same,

because you're spinning out of control and falling for the wrong boy.