I wish I could go back to a time when drugs were bad. And you weren't supposed to do them. And I didn't do them. Weed was one thing. I could be ok with just doing weed. But not this other stuff. I'm turning into something I'm not.
I heard you fell into a rabbit hole.
Covered yourself up in snow
Baby, tell me where'd you go for days and days?
Did they make you stay up all night?
Did they paint your face that pasty white?
You're thirtsy but your appetite gets chased away.
Your heart starts skipping steps.
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