“Are your thoughts results of static cling?”
It’s hard to keep a level head when you’re lost in a delirious haze of your own making. It’s sweet, it’s crazy, completely exhilarating. It’s a fantasy at the brink of a brilliant nightmare. You and I are like that Foo Fighter video for Walking After You.
Reason would hold you back. Logic will pull you out. It’s like standing at the edge of a steep, slippery incline. You know that down below would be your demise and your head keeps telling you to take a step back.
But it’s such a rush. You are such a sweet, sweet rush and I’m the idiot who’s thinking of taking more of it.
A sad junkie who needs to get his shit together.