You find me wanting
You find me bloodless but inspired
You find me out
You find me hallucinating fire
No narcotics in my brain
Can make this go away
I'm sorry that I'm not like you
I worry that I don't act the way you'd like me to
I've been in limousines; I've seen inside your dreams - it's raining there. Try not to stare
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