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Off a headlight, eyes widen
Your face falls white, you're frightened
My mouth dries up, I'm silent
It passes by, don't fight it
Sunset, sunrise, sun rising
I can't sleep off this Vyvanse
I toss and turn, just tryin'
All I wanted was a thousand meter wingspan
She doing my drugs, Judy Garland
Crowbar motel out in Kansas
Smoking painkillers off of foil, man
Good dope, number three from Afghan
She likes me better when I'm half-dead
Singing through the holes in my head
In-between her eyes, in my bed
Her skin, her bones, her spine bends
From the corner of my eye to the back of my mind
You've got nowhere left to run and you wish you could hide
D-Dying in my room, checking in vital signs
Does your hand still feel familiar in mine?