I’m really interested in how people self-medicate
How they suvive off of blow-pops and unhappy days
How they survive off pretty lies like the finest bread and wine
How they take in the drug of existense like an addict on a binge
People are interested in how I self-medicate
Feeding off their fears, their years, their silence
As if I can age myself up enough to make no mistakes
As if I can age myself up enough to make myself resilient
I worry about how we self-medicate
We’ve long forgotten the proper dosage
So we experiment with sorrow and resentment, feeling our way through it’s effects
Until we get to love, which is one drug we can all get hooked on
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