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were all lost.
were all dead and gone

Malboro Cigarette Box 3

I can feel my heart
Sinking into my hands
The pressure and beating

I’m alone
In a room full of people I once knew
The floor is spinning
As I stand in place

They’ll never know
What I were
Under this thin skin coat
The shallows of my body
Are as deep as I go

So I keep them behind the veil
While I were my heart on my sleeve
Ill open up to deep
To be as open a heart as I seem

The sad drunk boy
Who’s sobered up 
and greatly saddened 
Is all you’ll see
Till the pills kick in
And my lungs are filled
With mixed patrons of smoke

We designed a trip to well
We inhaled the right pills
And drank the right liquors
But the circumstances
Are never as seemed fit
and nothing goes according to plan 

Words are sinking 
You’v stepped outside your body 
You trust your instincts to talk to father

He always walks In when the drugs kick in
Never knows why my heart grows so

Your mother left you 
Your sisters hate you
Brother loves you
But only for your stoner charm

Your heart is sinking
You become a pile of rubble
Sinking, becoming
The couch were your sitting

Your mind is clear
You hear yourself speak
See yourself from others light
For the very first time

I step tword discovery
A feeling so light
Your shoulders are lifted
A weight unburdend 
She could drag you into the clouds by your heart strings
If she so tryed

Your body is a crucible
For a holy crystal light
Your mind is not with us
That’s something you like

Another month
Another year
And it will be alright 
That’s what they say

I don’t feel this way
The looks in there eyes
The fold in the corner of there cheek
Only revealed
From such a melancholic smile