maybe one day . . .
That night I fell into the pharmacy I thought I was in a lucid dream So I burned it down Anything that you could ever need I'll just think real hard about And they'll give it to me Jumped over the counter A phone rang and I yelled "Don't you fucking answer" Your hair was all matted You looked so fantastic In those sweatpants That fabric felt so romantic With all the drugs you could imagine Think of all the parties we could make happen Turns out these clouds were hanging on strings So let's get high and cut them down And watch them fall on everything Listen, there's nothing that I can't do I've tried and I just can't lose So sharp So smart So serrated Turned your inattention into amazement On your couch undoing each other's buttons Dentyne breath and turning stomachs With all the drugs you could imagine Think of all the parties we could make happen I was blacked out in the basement Like a soft pillow on hard pavement Humming a slow song Of stray dogs and car alarms Now I'm half-lit Knocking on your door Could have sworn I'd been here before What'll you do now? They've cut me off Are you better off? Only time will tell What'll you do now? They've cut me off Are you better off? Only time will tell I'm half-lit Connected A magnet I'm stagnant

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