Can you tell a wish from a spell?
A hug from a lie?
They both make you feel so gone
We warned you from harm again
You're beating hearts again
We made love in June,
I heard it from you
You were my best friend
You used my name
One of the best songs, in my opinion, on both the reality and desolation of hard drug addiction. I heard it one night when I was both whacked and strung out on a pharmaceutical grade controlled substance (stimulant), which substance largely had control of me, and it helped me to come to terms with my own problem and get clean. Fuck "the man" who is guarding the poppy fields of Afghanistan, as I write, and fuck the cheap heroin on the street, often laced with the also deadly Fentanyl. This is in memory of some of my friends who didn't survive the so called "drug war" and to many of the walking wounded, in my life, who arguably did ...