I'm on some steep sloped tube
Running in and out of my nose
Our love is the comforting tool
With which I've used to enslave you
I've noticed the amount of medication has grown
Never took them before, bad reaction, was afraid for you
Was afraid for you
Boot heels drive into the fertile land
Wet from rain
Wet soil smell
Morning sickness, nausea
I'm scared, I'm scared
I've fallen
I'll catch myself on a steep angle
Coming in fast
Coming in fast, like a flash of light
I draw your name on my arm
And touch it at night
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