Can’t we just move
Stop scraping your fucking pipe
Waiting for your addict friends
You know they’ll always call
You sell euphoria
It’s measured out in your back pocket
Just waiting for that vibration
To save us

But do you care?
When they get dumped face down
Blue
On their girlfriends doorsteps
Do you carry salt water in that needle?
I didn’t think so

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