No more drugs,
how you'd like to have become:
hating less and taking less than earned.
You know it's partially my fault.
I fear I'm an enabler,
a catalyst to your demons.
I'll only make it convenient.
Falling out of love
with every thought I ever fought to hold,
and giving up on everything
I ever gave a fuck about.
Bleed me, bleed me.
Get this sickness out.
Bleed out, bleed out.
We need new blood.
This state is set in... our composition.
This place only gives you these few choices:
stay in and drink,
go out and find something to eat,
sleep in and eat,
or go out and drink up the whole town.
We cycle through them
being afraid of one or the other;
not wanting to collapse into alcoholism
or not wanting to die both fat and old,
and so we do the other.
I fear I'm an enabler,
a catalyst to your demons.
I only make it convenient to kill,
to live weakened for the thrill
in the jaws of what you can't control.
Falling out of love
with every thought I ever fought to hold,
and giving up on everything
I ever gave a fuck about.
Well, this is what happens when
you give up on giving a fuck.
Bleed me, bleed me.
Get this sickness out.
Bleed out, bleed out.
We need new blood.
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