Thank God I Don't Have a Drug Dealer
Rollie Miller
Bruise on my knuckles
From lying in my bed mourning
Please don't hate me, for choosing myself
For the first time in my life
I want to fall
Into a k-hole
Motion Picture Soundtrack
Playing on repeat
But I don't know where to get any
Mom and Dad, why'd you have to do such a good job on me
The overwhelming fear
Fear of numbness
Swallowing me again
I wish you'd swallow me again, chew me up, spit me out and have your way with me
Like you always do
Like you always did
And I could be happy in this dream for a couple weeks
At least
But I know that you fucking kill me
And I know that you'd kill me
Faster than I could myself
And I wish that I'd let you fucking kill me already
And I don't wanna write
About you anymore
But you consume me
But you consume me