Don’t send me another text
One that explains why your not here
I don’t want to hear it
I’ve heard it to many times
I wait
Esc
I had a dream last night
Under the cover of night
I purchased a bag of number 2 heroin
I brought it back to my apartment
I waited until my partner dozed off
I shot it into my arm
I forgot a little bit of everything
Sitting in the Starbucks
The music is some kind of reggae
Your in the bathroom now
Pissing
Who knows maybe you have coffee shits