Overdose

Overdose - Will Stetson

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To tell the truth, I knew

That it's all really hopeless, but still I choose to lose

It all just slips right through these hands

They're viewed like love and yearning too

The words I made sure that I trusted grew

Taking all these shapes that still waver and move

I strum and play, creating surely one day

It's dull and gray as we weigh our answers all the same

I was on my way to finding out what I could never say

To break and drink my mind away