Do you suppose she chases highs for the pain or pleasure?

Do you suppose she chases highs for the pain or pleasure?

I wake up every Sunday

To scrub my sins away.

Do you notice her mood changes with the weather?

And did you see her, my friend

By the lonely tracks

Counting the facts—

One day she’ll be an urban legend.

Do you think she holds a barrel in her mouth

To feel cold metal

Touch her skull,

Comforted by an easy way out?

Do you believe in a higher power?

Where is the ending

For all this praying, begging?

Do you suppose she chases highs for the pain or pleasure?

The End

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