faithfully dangerous
Ex-Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2002
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you're in my dreams- where i want to be.
i'm already out of style, hours behind.
pop in the mix i just made, forget you're
there and i'm here.
you're probably sitting around
smoking spliffs and taking bong hits
mixing beats and
bumping the last of your stash to get you through the night.
you've probably got a cigarette-
a menthol, naturally-
hanging out of the corner of your mouth.
moving around each corner of your tiny one-bedroom apartment
you completely ignore the kitchen,
only eating when your body tells you it needs energy.
the only thing you crave these days
is feeding your nose crushed rock candy and
taking in your daily amount of nicotine.
you wake up and do your 9-5 at the office-
a monotony only broken my my voice.
if i was there, you'd slink over to me and say,
as if you've been saying it your entire life,
"hey honaaayyy, hows it goin?"
and i'd grin and giggle like a little schoolgirl,
swayed by your cock-eyed smile
and the way your eyes get when you need another fix.
you tell me if i was there, you wouldn't want the powder all the time.
because i am more addictive than any chemically altered substance or illegally grown plant.
because i'm your drug of choice.
i'm already out of style, hours behind.
pop in the mix i just made, forget you're
there and i'm here.
you're probably sitting around
smoking spliffs and taking bong hits
mixing beats and
bumping the last of your stash to get you through the night.
you've probably got a cigarette-
a menthol, naturally-
hanging out of the corner of your mouth.
moving around each corner of your tiny one-bedroom apartment
you completely ignore the kitchen,
only eating when your body tells you it needs energy.
the only thing you crave these days
is feeding your nose crushed rock candy and
taking in your daily amount of nicotine.
you wake up and do your 9-5 at the office-
a monotony only broken my my voice.
if i was there, you'd slink over to me and say,
as if you've been saying it your entire life,
"hey honaaayyy, hows it goin?"
and i'd grin and giggle like a little schoolgirl,
swayed by your cock-eyed smile
and the way your eyes get when you need another fix.
you tell me if i was there, you wouldn't want the powder all the time.
because i am more addictive than any chemically altered substance or illegally grown plant.
because i'm your drug of choice.
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