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Chemical OverconfidanceYou are the chemical imbalance, inside my head,
That made me do the things I do, & say the things I said.
There its out there, said what I wanted to say.
So where do we go from here, point out the way.
Ive never had so much invested in this.
My heart, my soul, & all my overconfidence (Chorus)
Tell, me, what, to, do.
Never would have said a thing, thought it would hurt you.
You are the adrenaline, rushing through my veins,
The roaring inside my head, that makes me go so insane.
So come on keep the roar in my head alive.
If you feel the same way there's no reason to hide.
NightlightAs we sit here, in the cascades.
We watch the world, fade away.
Oranges dim to purple, then to black.
A day gone, never comin back.
The stars are stitched across the sky.
Making a blanket for you and I.
The moon is our night light. (chorus)
Helping to keep you in my sight.
As we sit here, on my hood.
Watching the moon, above the woods.
Our breath, comes out in steam.
This night is better, than anything.
While we watch the fire die,
Suddenly I realize!
I found what id been looking for.
As the coals died, felt my heart get warm.
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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