Only seventeen,
and caught between the headlights,
always on her knees,
watching all the starlight,
don’t know what it means,
when she says all right,
countless little meanings,
up all night,
You’re my little pill,
the stuff that keeps me lucid,
making sure that I’m sober,
making sure that I don’t lose it,
And you’re my little drug,
my stupid, fucking high,
taking all my pain away,
fucking away my life,
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