sweet nothing.

Oh, sweet nothing So intoxicating I'll keep puffing Keep my mind hibernating But it's a guilty pleasure That puts lead in your shoes And you'll be far less clever And much more likely to lose So just power through And I wish my mouth was a paintbrush all of the time I wish I could always spit out colors like cyan, magenta, and lime I wish I could soliloquize at the flip of a dime I wish I didn't have to wait for inspiration to take me To a place so divine But I'm not A.I. Oh, sweet numbness Can be so alluring A broken compass Slows down the maturing But the wound is mending Soon you won't need painkillers I know it feels like you're ascending But don't stand on that pillar 'Cause it's no filler And I wish my mouth was a paintbrush all of the time I wish I could always spit out colors like cyan, magenta, and lime I wish I could soliloquize at the flip of a dime I wish I didn't have to wait for inspiration to take me To a place so divine But to get through the mud You've got to throw away the crutch Take off your coat And let yourself get soaked 'Cause the best novels written Were not done from a smitten Place of high privilege In a suburban village You can't have the highs without the lows to compare it to Can't find relief from grief with no one to share it to What you are, what you were, what you plan to be What makes you sick, what makes you tick What do you want to see? Oh, sweet nothing I love you, but this is toxic