A smoke to keep me busy. A dozen to fight the nerves.
A drink to make me social. A few to make me forget.
A joint to lighten my head. A couple to get me relaxed.
And all together they make life a little easier to endure.
"I feel something so rightDoing the wrong thingI feel something so wrongDoing the right thingI couldn't lie, couldn't lie, couldn't lieEverything that kills me makes me feel alive"
- in "Counting Stars" by One Republic
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