process trauma in the nude
love too much, too soon
i lay in my bed like a patient in a hospital
hot bath, cool sheets
pulled down by the universe beneath
wish the room could be darker, i'd become the floor
the way nausea lives within me, always wanting more
i felt so strange that night
couldn't hit the notes, couldn't drive right
my friends all love lou reed
my friends all hate me
latchkey punk taking up valium
midwest blue collar taking up glue
our fears make us cool
we're not dying anytime soon
novocaine makes my heart race
warm air pushes up against my face
strange men watch me
inhale sharply
you're so doom and gloom
im running off fumes
your heart so vacant it makes me impatient
true silence vibrates differently
could you imagine if you were proud of me
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