My heart’s livin off morphine like three times a day. I swallow so much shit now, I got nothing left to say. And Jesus took a bullet for me, but I fill my body up with pain. Was searching for some brighter things, now I only see in gray.
We could go on for days, navigating these bumps and dips and everytime I say a word, I taste salt upon your lips. And everytime I take a step, I remember your hands upon my hips…
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