i speak softly because there are no walls
at least the echoes haven't haunted me yet
i don't keep secrets, can't get that deep
i thought i left you
but here i am
eyes bright
keys on fire
im not high
not drunk
but i can take myself back there
my ego, black ice when i talk
fill my mouth with ice chips just to stop that feeling when something's in there, but wont GET OUT

this doctor loves lace, but wears corduroy
and says
she doesn't believe in bad drugs
are you fucking serious bitch?
but i smile
cuz i know she's real fuckedup, like i could be, again, again
it's a choice now, when to turn it on