a trip gone wrong...
a bad handful of this or that.
bad drug.
I don't want to need you...
I don't want to want you so bad.
I hate everything that draws me this way
sick angel trying to die in the fire
like the bug scorched by a light...
I want to give up this flourescent life.
I want to go back to the shadow
go back to behind the scenes.
Bad drug...
Bad karma...
bad.
I wish I could put you out
throw you away to the next unsuspecting junkie
leave you in their stained hands...
I want to forget what this high is like
but I never want to come down... |