Narcoleptic Seasonings
 
I used to think and dream
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

That a person so perfect only existed in fairytales
 
For the last five years I'd want to sleep
 
Escape to my world
 
Where an angel from above
 
Steals my heart with her love
 
Her honesty and prestige
 
Could never be matched
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings
 
Always there with an ear
 
A crying shoulder always near
 
Understanding and compassionate
 
Uplifting, supportive and empathic
 
Amphetamines and aphrodisiacs
 
High; gone out tripping
 
Living life's perfect dream
 
No normalcy, boundries nor limits
 
No rules, fear nor loneliness
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings
 
Because she's there along beside me
 
No more numbing apathy
 
No more hiding behind a plastic smile
 
Here I'm truly happy
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

It feels so good to escape this place
 
Of deafening sadness; blinding madness
 
Here I'm not crazy; no one is
 
Here we're seen as unique elegant soldiers of comatose
 
Each with a story, each with a dream
 
Just because we think doesn't mean we're insane
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

Syringe wounds up and down
 
My arms have no feeling
 
Nor does the rest of mine
 
Bleak sights;
 
Glared off from the time
 
That has brought me to see them
 
I hated life then...
 
And to escape that I transferred that hate to now
 
Every new problem; every new solution
 
Is just the scapegoat for the past
 
To keep pace with my blackening soul
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

The world I hate
 
Is the one in which I live
 
The world I love simply does not exist
 
To live a dream is to live a lie
 
For the truth never changes
 
Store it in a zip lock bag
 
Keep it in your pocket while free falling a never-
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings
 
ending descent of interactions through transactions
 
Let my hand go; let me fall
 
Free of all convictions
 
Free of worries and sins
 
Free in every essence
 
Please don't wake me; I don't want to go home
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

Drugs are an answer; novocaine for the brain
 
Numbing the reality of the existing pain
 
As they wear; the mind tears
 
As the pain comes rushing back
 
High or low; fast or slow
 
Still poblematic and troubled
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

Pain creates the incision
 
Hiding creates the scars
 
Running is futile
 
Fear is irrelevant
 
Time rests for no one
 
So for now I'll just dream
 
A fictional illustration
 
Of life as it was before the glass was stained
 
But these things cannot be; thus they're in my dreams
 
Back at the beginning
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

They're all so bittersweet
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

I love the world that started it all
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

Driving the stake deeper; while a needle is cheaper
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings

Systematic dismay;
 
Caked in foundation and silicon
 
These are my narcoleptic seasonings Written by : Drake Blackstone
 
Performed by 7th Extension
 
From the lp Narcoleptic Seasonings
 
7th Extension is:
 
Drake : Vocals, Guitar
 
Veronica : Bass
 
Elena. : Keyboards
 
Kristen : Drums
 

 
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