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Conversations run dry
Conversations cut short
And I’m calling out to those who might hear
Finding some refuge in this space my dear
And I
Can’t seem to hold onto what was left of what I remember
About it all
Moments infuse
Like the drugs in my bloodstream
The x and the nicotine
All combine
To fuck my state of mind
Last night has morphed
Into tomorrow
I can see starlight
That hasn’t yet shined
There’s no solid time
When the drugs are combined
And you’re holding out questions
With tears in your eyes
Conversations cut short
Where in tomorrow will you gather your thoughts?
And hold out the present to forget the past
There are moments worth having but none of them last
And through all the screaming the silence it burns
My chest is breaking but none of you learn
It’s the car crash victims that lie just so still
Are the ones that need helping, you won’t see it until
You hear the ones that are screaming, tossing and bleeding
Scratching and fleeing
But the one that’s not moving
Not making a sound
The one in the coma, still stuck on the ground
The x and the nicotine have all combined
They fuse in your bloodstream to fuck with your mind
I’m a car crash victim all of the time
And the world is now silent
Now conversations run dry
