Pluck me out of a home I can't find again. You cut me off like a tourniquet. Yeah, it's my turn again? Let's turn it around. Turn around. I swear I think I'm falling through the ceiling. Got me gripping to the carpet. Mind is feeling. I'm thinking and I don't wanna. I sought you out. God I'm jonesing for a lift again. You try me once you spat me out. Is there medicine or a cure for this? Cause I swear a bullet couldn't catch all of the thoughts that run through my head. It brings me down. I don't wanna go back to the places that it keeps me. So I'll rest my head into my hands till it's better. But did you see me loose my cool too many times? Now I can barely fucking sleep. I keep waking up a fucking three. I swear I'm falling through the ceiling. Got me gripping to the carpet. Mind is fleeing. I think I'm falling through the ceiling. But I'll lose my head in all these memories. It gets better. It gets better.
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