So, you say you love me, well, who do you love? Because there's me, and then there's me on drugs, yep. What do you mean, methamphetamine? That is me, talking in circles for centuries, all about the prophecies, all about beauty, and universal truths, and spiritual destiny. That's me, wwanting nicotine. That's me, looking for sadness, so I can sleep again. That's me, driving, going, 50 above the speed limit, never need limits, But you move in it so you can't exit on my wipe. That's alright. I took a couple denzos to calm down after the fight. And I talked nonsense I'll never remember to people who I don't ever think I'll want to see me again. And that's right, that's me. I'll calm down from my haze and I'll need a little speed to get in line before I go dose at the methadone feed. And now the opiates are like a hug but the day goes on and it's not enough So I take a couple Xanax and then I feel the need There's nothing that I mean Don't you see? It's a circle It's like the anxious ones they needed purple
