Your faith precedes you
It intercedes for you
It sets the tone for you
It does your talking for you
Ain't no boulevard
Too busy
You wouldn’t cross it
Naked
On your knees
For another hit of my junk
It’s your church
And every day is the Sabbath
Your day of no work
You let the junk
Work for you
Desiccating your veins
Excising your brains
The holes in your memory
Suiting you just fine
As it takes the good
With the bad
And you’ll forget most of what you had
And have now lost
To the dirty track marks
Tracing their way
Deep into your heart
I even know you’ve tried to quit
But like a fatty confronted with a room of sweets
You always give in
And take it in
It’s everything to you
It takes the place of possessions
Your love
Your life
You inject yourself
And it’s like quicksilver
To your soul
You are nowhere
And everywhere
All at once
Nobody else understands
But I do
Here
Here’s a little something
To tide you over
Until the next check comes
You can owe me
I know you’re good for it
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