Luyện nghe bài hát Creative Drug

I'm not to miss anyone I willingly left
I thrive and I'm and right now I'm vigorous
I have eyes for
and I in lines of drugs cause I use you like I use this
To hide from the light an' like an addict
so please, please,

so please let me my feet off on your cheek before I enter your open mind - which

just so happens to be an open wound - and just so to be just for me- and I
just so happen to forget what happens to you you figure out that you're being used
The lightbulb always comes too late, like already burned my escape - an escaped
- I never for this cape to be pinned to my back but covers up the finger nail
graves and I like the way that makes me so I let you let me keep it intact
Dressing up my as fact
you slip the black mask my face
thats when I that great minds think alike
but bad think exactly the same
we used other in bad taste
and I can't change, you can't
you can't change, you can't
and I can't change your mind, but I can change your
and I can't make things but I can get close
I told myself to never write love,
I told to stick to what I know
the more I learn, the more I learn how I don't
My desire to create and get higher suppreses my urge to want to die here, to die right now
I want to bury my pain something and someone else
I'm always for an outlet
a being or thing to
a new outlet for my
chopping up the latest creative drug and I it to the brain when I breathe it in
the steam, the trip, the energy I get, it's for one moment
strange using your arm like an 8-ball
and using you a one night stand
and most people won't
that my dayjob is rehab and I wanna be sober
I don't get to know her
I wanna unknow myself and be reminded later
it's always darkest the dawn
but darker with sunglasses on
but I wear 'em on in inside because I create I'm an insomniac
and everyone I'm on crack
but fuck it what's the
is dependence, it depends on the way you look at it
An is an addict
and I can't live without it, I know how to live without it
I don't how to function
I'm not somewhere that I haven't been and I'm not at being home, and I'm not good at sitting still
and my soul has and I'm definitely mentally ill
and I don't have a prescription for script, I can fill it out for
the street runs for street drugs and I think this street leads straight to hell
and I'm on a streak of so inevitably time will tell
But tell that I'm telling you that I really don't miss my old self
Or any of the ones that have me
because I'm not to
I 'em so