It's OK Baby to forget about me.
It's OK Baby.
Accumulate those bodies.
It's OK Baby, Smoke your kush.
It's OK Baby, Enjoy that high.
Everything that goes up, comes down.
Baby, You will crash.
Baby, You're temporary relief will fade.
Baby, You'll return to your real problems and your fake friends.
So it's OK Baby
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Living Life
PoetryIt's just odd because I grew up thinking that people waited until they were 21 to drink. Couples waited until marriage to have sex and people didn't do drugs. I thought you would always end up marrying your soulmate. Your friends would always be you...
