We’re sucking on a bottle like the babies we are, it’s that oral fixation that gets us this far. I couldn’t help but tell myself I’d end up that way - with the people I came from in the places they stayed. I will be Paul with an IV drip of benzene instead of alcohol. I got him on my head it’s just a matter of time before he sinks into my mind. I’m walking on a double helix razor thin knife and the side where I fall is the rest of my life. I’m digging through my pocket for a match or a lighter. My head doesn’t want it, but my mind’s a fighter. I will be Paul, if I don’t have everything I’ll have nothing at all.
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