essed up inside an old tobacco tin

our love was a kiss of drugged sin

olding me back in the hotel room

lluring resonance of insane beats

lethora of highway signs in flume

lacid serenity of undulant sheets

et I had a feeling of kissing doom

iquor sloshing in the crystal glass

ce cubes clinking around impasse

ouched by a night life under neon

hrown in a pool of memories bygone

ost to self-destruction in darkness

nds met with beginnings in a mess

assengers of a wrecked metal train

n the end, you're stuck in my brain

ove, your affection rendered me ill

ittle did I know, you were...

.

.

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my happy little pill

Author's Note