“Stop it, stop it! Momma just stop it.
I already know I have a motherfucking problem.”
My life is simple, as simple as an addict who can’t
manage his habits; as simple as a writer with no talents.
I’m as powerful as a wizard with no magic; I’m a gymnast
on the high beam with no balance.
My brain draws blanks when it strains for the memories;
too many drugs; too much rock and Hennessey.
I can’t seem to grasp what they’re telling me;
They’re trying to explain why my love is the enemy.
There has to be a sweeter melody.
I already know I have a motherfucking problem.”
My life is simple, as simple as an addict who can’t
manage his habits; as simple as a writer with no talents.
I’m as powerful as a wizard with no magic; I’m a gymnast
on the high beam with no balance.
My brain draws blanks when it strains for the memories;
too many drugs; too much rock and Hennessey.
I can’t seem to grasp what they’re telling me;
They’re trying to explain why my love is the enemy.
There has to be a sweeter melody.
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