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yats ni sgurd
drugs in stay
Said it's bad enough just getting old
Live my life, they say it's too fast
You know I love the past, 'cause I hate suspense
To fill the pages?
Meet the strangers?
Kiss the girl, take it in, feel the ages?
A time or two
But it's all so good
To let up
Dead weight
I still just about believed in god
I guess
That I was pretty late to shake it off
Faulty magic whispered to the man who can mend
I tricked myself in thinking he could cure my best friend.
Two weeks in his insides gave up
If drugs can't help, why would words bring him luck?
Powerless to make it stop.