I overdose on lonely like a bad habit.
Lonely IS a bad habit.
And oh boy, do I overdoes on you bad,
I want to get off this rollercoaster.
You take me high just to bring me,
DoWn
And oh do you bring me down.
Sad enough,
You're my best medicine.
But I'm on a strict schedule.
I can't have you whenever I want you,
I can't have as much as I want.
I don't want to run out.
I can't live without it.
I feel like you can't hold me together.
I'm too cut open.
Too insubstantial,
Too much storage,
Too much glue,
Not enough pieces.
But the truth is, I just want to take shot after shot of pills until my body represents the state my minds in.
All I can do is apologise.
That all I'm doing is leaving you with the impression that I think you're perfect.
I'm sorry 'lonely'.
You're really not.

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