What to do. It is when the lights are off that I open up. When the sobriety loses it, the dance begins.
The music flows and my heart glows. My heart, its not a stone then, it flows.
I let it go and there it goes. The joy and color is real.
The raw energy of that life in me, it searches for a life to hang with. And you know how few little lives are left worth saving.
And so I call you, one of the few I know are worth fighting. It so happens, I only ever call you when I am high.
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