Psychedelic Well

Book club on Friday
Come by, come find me
I'm making a home for increasing sobriety
Cause drugs make me hate myself
That's excluding alcohol
Remember when going to bed blazed was tantamount
To retracing all of my life in a single bout
While nightmares from childhood flashed like a DSLR

Well SF is Fine was the result of self-loathing
For smoking on weekday nights and all weekend socials
And Lose Your Pacific Dreams is a reaction to LSD
And seeing how steep that slope is to insanity
I wish paranoia took a backseat to discovery
But novelties are coming less frequently than miseries
Just look at the New York Times headlines on any given morning
Just look at my entire discography of recordings
I thought that my psychedelic well was much deeper
I thought that my penchant for molly was healthier
And I thought the first time I encountered this stranger in me
I would be old and smart enough to strangle him immediately
I'm learning to tolerate the self I suspected
I'd always become back when I was in college
But time is a cruel and unusual punishment
I just turned twenty-one, I am failing hospice



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Writer(s): Ut Kirin
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