Timothée Bârrus / Getting Up


you have asked me how you get up in the morning/ having roamed the midnight streets/ you in my veins/ i would scratch it out/ opiate/ strange, how deaf and dumb you are/ your friends are dead/ lost among the dancing insights/ i am a fighter and am not about to disappear of my own volition/ are you asking me how to fight/ i have had to figure that out on my own/ i know this: you would addict me and then drag me down/ without a thought to it/ withdrawal; being what it is/ so this morning, baby, like the rest of us/ you will go it alone/

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