ladybugs
Unveiling the Night: Breathing Space's Melancholic Tale of Hidden Desires
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She won't smoke
She refrains from smoking
Unless she drinks, apparently
She only smokes when she drinks, it seems
Exception made
There's an exception made
She's too afraid of what others think, yeah
She avoids smoking due to fear of judgment
Wouldn't really be seventeen if they'd had something to eat
Being seventeen wouldn't feel real without having something to eat
And the green
The marijuana (green) is different from how it was in the 80s
Ain't like the 80's
She won't remember the night
Won't remember the night
Disregard the rules
Forget the rules
They just want space from the truth
They just want some space from the truth
The responsibility for consequences is on her
The blood is on you
She's left dealing with the aftermath
And what can she do?
She feels powerless to change the situation
Conscious of the absurd
Aware of life's absurdities
But she doesn't know
Despite awareness, she remains ignorant
Her exhausted soul unheard
Her exhaustion goes unnoticed by others
Feeling wont let go, no, no
Emotions cling, refusing to let go
She won't disrupt or let friends know
She avoids causing disturbances or revealing discomfort to friends
If she's feeling uncomfortable
Suppressing anxiety takes a toll
Anxiety slows her
Anxiety hinders her actions
Cursed her
Her actions are cursed by anxiety
Hurt her
Anxiety inflicts pain
It's that point in the night now
It's a critical moment in the night
Flip a coin and they drive now
Decision time, possibly influenced by chance
Little too late to be awake
It's too late to be awake
But they ran out of k at their place
They are out of ketamine at their location
At this age
Considering their age, using substances isn't safe
Can't use safe
Being wired, they drive in the wrong lane
Wired, drive down the wrong lane
Explanation needed, possibly in Houston
Explain that in Houston
They believe it's not abuse in Houston
This isn't abusing
Minds in conflict, misusing substances
Dissonant minds misusing
Despite the dissonance, the high remains undisturbed
But nothing can disturb that high
Even police presence can't disrupt their high
Not even the pigs cruising on their side
Police adopt a deceptive appearance
Put on their best caucasian disguise
Death's presence is imminent
Death's thirst around the curve
They acknowledge death and say goodbye
Wave and say goodbye
They anticipate encountering traffic in reverse
They'll hit traffic in reverse
Broken glass poses a threat to their clothing
Where glass impales white shirts
If only destructive habits had been avoided
If only habits had been curbed
Perhaps the outcome would be different, lying in the dirt
Or maybe all the same they'd lie here on this dirt
Or maybe they would still end up here due to the same choices
To numb the hurt or wait to die with worth
Numbing the pain or waiting for death with a sense of value
Which one's worse?
Contemplating which scenario is more distressing
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