Drug Asphyxiation

Late Night Drive Home

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I'm a walking ghost
They’ll talk so slow
Such a lonely trance
In the depths of my bed, motionless

December 10th, journal entry
I noticed a pattern in my feelings
I'm a ticking time bomb
Ready to explode

I’ll write down every word on this page
This writing’s haunting me, and it’s making me insane

I'm a walking ghost, and I’ll write so slow
When I start to relapse
In the depths of my head, motionless
Just let yourself live in this feeling
Display it all on these paintings
I'm ticking time bomb ready to explode

And, my brush touches the canvas
So beautifully, as dark as can be
Only it can see the pain that’s hiding

I’ll write down every word on this page
This feeling’s haunting me and it’s making me insane
I’ll write down every word on this page
This writing’s haunting me and it’s making me insane

And I’ll write with this pen everything in my head
And I’ll write with this pen everything in my head
And I’ll write with this pen everything in my head
And I’ll write with this pen, and I’ll write
I’ll write

On the canvas, or on these pages
They will always know the real me
But the deeper the colors seep in
I get further from reality

I’ll write down every word on this page
This writing’s haunting me and it’s making me insane
I’ll write down every word on this page
This writing’s haunting me and it’s making me insane