ritalin

You're imagining things
Your pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You're inventing it all
From thin air and close calls
Welcome to the balancing act

And you better hide
Or learn how to climb
'cause you're coming with me
And on the way down
You will sleep with the fish
'cause you're coming with me

fair to midland - whiskey and ritalin

   she/it   tortured artist   original creation 2012