When sober is your new drug
I'll be that little cut
Dear precious, I write you.
It's been a long time please
What would I do if you asked me to choose
This time spent broken
Holding out for sleep
Holding out for something
At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waiving a
Mikey tell me something anything will do
been driving around these
I am black keys scattered and afraid
Sounds like out notes
Poison Apple"
I'm so on top You look in control I've
I've been clean for so long
Clinging to a point of
Death be a liar
Say that the morning will come soon
And
Rose my hand an itch to satisfy
But my hand had
