Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
You could say many things about her. She was small and intense, yet very gentle. While he was big, bulking, yet fragile and scared.
She’s got a friend, whom she loves, but is in a state where nothing romantically can occur. Driven away are those feelings of lust, intimacy, now replaced with a steady diet of methamphetamines. The buzz no longer shocks her. It merely takes away all her pain, and fades it along with her desire to eat and sleep.
So be it. Take your meth addled mind, and walk outside yourself. Run free through the fields of your own denial. Take your love (or absence of it) and lock it away throughout your stimulant-fueled ordeal.
Because there is no sense in thinking about the one you are trying to escape, one bump at a time. Take your words, thoughts, and feelings and record them for all to read in the future. But remember, if you speak of that which you escaped from, realize that you didn’t run away from it, but merely ran in a giant circle, bringing you back to where you started from, except you’re wired, neurotic (moreso), and sketchy.
Congratulations, girl. You’ve done real well in your escape. So well that there is no other option than to bump again, and see if you can keep that line straight.
So you do, again and again, but always finding that you end up back where you started.
But with extra anxiety. Bump
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Still post-rockin' in a free world
She’s got a friend, whom she loves, but is in a state where nothing romantically can occur. Driven away are those feelings of lust, intimacy, now replaced with a steady diet of methamphetamines. The buzz no longer shocks her. It merely takes away all her pain, and fades it along with her desire to eat and sleep.
So be it. Take your meth addled mind, and walk outside yourself. Run free through the fields of your own denial. Take your love (or absence of it) and lock it away throughout your stimulant-fueled ordeal.
Because there is no sense in thinking about the one you are trying to escape, one bump at a time. Take your words, thoughts, and feelings and record them for all to read in the future. But remember, if you speak of that which you escaped from, realize that you didn’t run away from it, but merely ran in a giant circle, bringing you back to where you started from, except you’re wired, neurotic (moreso), and sketchy.
Congratulations, girl. You’ve done real well in your escape. So well that there is no other option than to bump again, and see if you can keep that line straight.
So you do, again and again, but always finding that you end up back where you started.
But with extra anxiety. Bump
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Still post-rockin' in a free world
