when i'm alone without you. i wonder of your whereabouts, and hope to hell you're happy where you are.
sometimes the planets align
i like to push them into place
make your own luck
clovers crafted from paper and glue
white rabbits foot still clutching that pocketwatch
sweet tooth fight that bitter pill
bleach bone skeletons get their fill
of benzedrine, she's it for me
got your veins split wide open
the preacher's knocking at your door
while counting the specks in the tiles,
half asleep on the bathroom floor.
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