Junk

stick your fucking arm
stick your fucking arm
i want to feel

nothing
at all

i want to be
everything

i'm not

ceiling stars
me and you
but somehow we lost the sparkle
and we won't ever get it back...

save me...

content
in sitting
and staring
at my feet

[trackmarks...]

content
in being numb
to you
and everything else

[junkie...]

here
in my bubble
until it bursts
and i go stand
on a street corner
to buy a new one

save me....

if you're flying
the only way is down

[low...]

if you want heaven
you'll have to go through hell
to get there...

[kill me...]

i want heaven
and i've been through my hell
but paradise never seems
to last

save me...

i want heaven
and i found it
for a couple of years
staring at my feet

[trackmarks....]

but what do you do
when your heaven falls to pieces
around you
and you're left without
the only thing you need?

[junkie...]

i want heaven
but heaven doesn't want me

broken needles
lying next to me
on the ice cold floor that bruises my skin

lying next to my dreams
that are fading fast
and my life
that won't sellotape back together

[again...]

save me...

[from myself...]