During the day, Benzedrine knows the way to keep the mind peacefully at bay. 

But when the doctor's away, Sandman will play and keep the souls facedown to pay. The night is his say, his rounds keep him gay. 

Though lonely awake i lay, far from his nightmares and moonlight ray. 'til the morrow, pray, when the devil's angel is mine, today.

i feel as though i should write, to sit down and let everything out through words that aren't mine; i've told my own story too many times to count too quickly and now it's time for the next plot line.

Reminiscing to previous lives with different soundtracks. Soundcheck; we're five years later and still stuck in the same truck stops doomed to watch these early sunsets over the rooftops.

theres a number on my back and theres pills down my throat. the breeze is cold, biting at the ice on the window ledge. 

its all a test, its all conflicting.

everyones nonexistant eyes on me. zipper up a new personality. match the notes of the music stars. strum a guitar in tune to the cars passing by five floors below, the streets shooting stars. 

free falling; landing among the stars without even shooting.

i can see myself as someone else in the music
but until opportunity knocks, im just me with the mirror broken on the pillow

i took the pills

i made the call

waiting for the ambulance that wont ever come

do i speak a different language? does my tongue tie your mind up in knots with misleading rhymes and riddles?

its sad when a daily dose of wentz is what keeps your life sane

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