greta

How can it be that through email u send loving vibes
but when I see u IRL a whole new u precides
Your eyes go black, your mouth spits spite
don't take it out on me if u think
this world is shite
U're already in my heart
my picture of u is clear
in the back of my mind
wheater far on tour or near
I don't know why or u but
I can't shake u off me
U have a part to play in my life
apparently
Doubt filled my head on a sweaty thursday
Sambucca my poison of choice, no delay
Shot after shot, u chose a different high
a little white substance, a snort, u can fly
but in my head I'm screaming
LET ME GO
why u have this firm grip on me
I don't know
Like two people rolled in to one guy
one loveable
one sickening to the eye
On my bathroom floor
smoking at 4 a m
wanting to throw up get up
losing my marbles, where to put them?
taste of Sambucca still in my mouth, sticky
of JD and coke, vodka, sickly
JD in my brain, turn it outside, look in,
this is only the beginning