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Insides
9|12|17
I sing sling shots with no rhythm,
to many ciggies punching the lungs that I’ve been blessed with,
I should try to quit,
though it’s a fucking nightmare,
I’ve tried to quit, countless times before,
they turned me into an addict,
addicted to this shit that doesn’t even matter,
that proven to kill you more likely then a car crash,
leave behind a scar on the heart of your loved ones,
as I write my feelings as a way of dealing with the need to destroy the curse of, consume consume consume.

Its all just an escape that we abuse,
drinks every afternoon,
pleasure in one, lost after two,
let go of the world,
a rotating ball of ill will and desire,
of craving anyway to make you eyes shine a little brighter,
play the nights out awake in confidence eyes wide shut,
mouth open but never really saying much,
lost in inhibitions throw out words of worth our mind forgets,
or just general trouble processing,
propped up on a wall holding your balance whilst trying to chat up on the chick,
“would you like to dance”, I’m not to sure I can stand,”,
oh man, another opportunity lost,
costing myself another night alone without a mouth on my cock,
a soft touch from that girl id know we could be one,
love each other until the end of time,
though its been 5 minutes since we’ve met and I’ve forgotten her name,
what a shame my brain turns insane a few shots inside my systems wiring chapped and frayed.

Just another day, its just another day.
In a world, I’ve seen this plot in groundhog day.
Life rotating as I keep saying the same.
Though its just another day,
I’ll awake tomorrow who knows I may have changed.

Give this guy a chance he’s just a hopeless romantic,
functions well high as hell through life high on the tangent,
but only after a coffee can you manage to break through to the mind of a grumpy morning manic,
a guy i once knew was adding a tea spoon of speed to his morning madness,
in need of the extra buzz to trim the hedges and prune the flowers,
like coke fuelled kitchen pulling through the long secluded hours,
an astronaut discovering outer space,
but hasn’t left the forest where he ate that LSD,
it can guide you far out of your body smoking that DMT,
I couldn’t imagine life without the influence
the insight of my insides from some sort of substance in my being.

Just another day, its just another day.
In a world, I’ve seen this plot in groundhog day.
Life rotating as I keep saying the same.
Though its just another day,
I’ll awake tomorrow who knows I may have changed.

But if drugs have taught me anything,
its that you don’t need drugs to really see,
its helps you to discover life outside the box,
pulls you out of the trap they’ve made up,
realising the freedom the one desires is closer then you thought,
there so much corruption in our tiny world,
controlling how we need to be and how our lives unfold,
keeping calm and carrying on,
remember moderation in moderation
and know we’re escaping inside of substance,
worst ones legalised in every day for our mass consumption,
they’ve cracked us like Humpty Dumpty,
trapped us in the corner, calling us names with a dunce hat sporting,
its your choice if you want to live before your time comes.

Matt x

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