You Treat Her Like Alcohol
You down bottles like you're going to find something special,
don't act like you love her
because if you did you'd be kissing her and not cigarette butts.
You lied to everyone about being sick,
but isn't it ironic that you chugged bottles of lean every night
even though you had no cough
because in reality,
you were much sicker than you thought.
And I don't think you'll ever understand
that nothing you take is going to make you feel better than her,
not ketamine, not bud, not alcohol, not X.
Danger never fails to pick you up,
but you will never feel safe in its arms like you would in hers.
Why don't you just give her a chance?
I know you can't find her under your bathroom sink
like the inhalants from last weekend,
but the high will be just as good.
My god just give her a chance,
one chance is all she needs for you to mend.
Why don't you understand she's just as good as the drugs,
the only difference is the high will never end.
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