another highway
more hide outs
new ways to express pain
I'm just high now
batteries dead
looks like I cant drive now
my light still shines
probably from all the acid in my spine still
still life pictures of thrills
still off some pills now
a whole goblet full of coffee
shes still snappin stills...Im still pouting some how
pass me the peace pipe
I wont feel like dying now
ground littered in nothing
my ocd still holding on somehow
touchdown
somewhere in the cheeseburger nebula.
glass full of scotch.
cigar full of indica.
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