I miss the intoxication
Of the voices
In my head.
I miss how you felt
When, in a haze, i jabbed
You into my quivering arm.
You filled my veins like fluid dripping
down pipes.
Sat on my tongue at Woodstock.
I guess i got to go rehab for you
And every other person i know
Because they all have me addicted
To their voices, their opinions.
But i miss inhaling your sweet scent
And having hallucinations of future.
And this withdrawl im having, well,
Detox is not an easy expierence...
I'll be thowing you out of my mind
Over and over again.
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