how did i get here? suddenly i have no control over my thoughts, my words, my smile. and i dont remember setting my pride on fire just so you could get high off the fumes. our reunions start with hugs, and music, and too many cigarettes out the window, like bread crumbs, although no one could ever follow our path. it seems the smiles never fade and even the silence sounds euphoric. the concept of time is lost and sometimes we forget that others even exist, that life is going along normally while were higher than we've ever been, creating a world just for us. standing outside, were blurry-eyed and shaking, still feeling the intensity running through our veins. we whisper empty promises, and smile to mask the tears that we pretend arent sliding down our faces. and we're left with only bracelets, and memories, and enough emotion to fill a few more spirals before it fades away. hiding in my room, buried in my words and obsessions, ive learned anti-social behavior begins in the home. i'm quickly becoming the person i never wanted to be, smothering myself in false hope, and too much nicotine, washed down with caffeine, and a wide assortment of pills. stick headphones on my ears to hide from the world, and roll you up with my weed. i smoke the whole thing to my head, and feel you fade into the backgrond that has strangely become the soundtrack of my life.
Continue readinghow did i get here? suddenly i have no control over my thoughts, my words, my smile. and i dont remember setting my pride on fire just so you could get high off the fumes. our reunions start with hugs, and music, and too many cigarettes out the window, like bread crumbs, although no one could ever follow our path. it seems the smiles never fade and even the silence sounds euphoric. the concept of time is lost and sometimes we forget that others even exist, that life is going along normally while were higher than we've ever been, creating a world just for us. standing outside, were blurry-eyed and shaking, still feeling the intensity running through our veins. we whisper empty promises, and smile to mask the tears that we pretend arent sliding down our faces. and we're left with only bracelets, and memories, and enough emotion to fill a few more spirals before it fades away. hiding in my room, buried in my words and obsessions, ive learned anti-social behavior begins in the home. i'm quickly becoming the person i never wanted to be, smothering myself in false hope, and too much nicotine, washed down with caffeine, and a wide assortment of pills. stick headphones on my ears to hide from the world, and roll you up with my weed. i smoke the whole thing to my head, and feel you fade into the backgrond that has strangely become the soundtrack of my life.
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