Morphine

Written during the summer between freshman and sophomore year.

All you really care about,

all you really care about

is your timeless inhibitions,

timeless inhibitions.

All you really hear about,

watch them up there scream and shout,

bitter execution,

stuck to institution.

 

Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.

 

Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.

 

All you really know about,

all you really know about

are the same old constitutions,

stuck with false conclusions.

All you really hear about,

you can’t feel something when it’s out of bounds,

fixed into your routine

like a daily dose of morphine.

 

Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.

Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.

 

I tapped into your water supply

a dose of truth,

and if you can’t get away

then I’ll tell you what to do.

Can’t stop speaking

until I get to you,

and if you can’t get away

then I know that this is true.

 

I tapped into your water supply

a dose of truth,

and if you can’t get away

then I’ll tell you what to do.

Can’t stop speaking

until I get to you,

and if you can’t get away

then I know that this is true.

 

(Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.)

 

(Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.)

 

Oh can you really hear,

can you really hear

me above the paper glass?

Prefer to watch the time

as it will pass.

Reviews

[StoryTailor]

Interesting. I like it. It makes me think. Which is a good thing I promise. Point being that it's a good piece.