Las Vegas on a Freeway

The house was unknown before we came
Before we brought it to life with our music
and pot-coughing and our orange citrus beverage
Spiked, spiked, spiked
Like our flesh as we stripped down to our pretty underwear
Still water met with cold bodies
Bodies full of smoke and laughter and orange citrus beverage
We brought it to life
We did, we did

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Too much time
alone
in my own mind
Too little time to
examine and find
Your time, so fragile
Your mind, like concrete
Thick
but no, not in a bad way
Just is, just is
I sit and I wait
For what, for what?
I don't know how to take
What to give, what to fake?
Why do I try to be, to see
I don't want to say 'don't' anymore
No more, you whore