She was on a thousand downers but not drowsy
Too little did not unwound her, nor put her down to sleep
And if a milli was forgot, fleeting thoughts would start to creep
But she never made a peep. She never let them in.
She never spoke a word of it. On her face she kept the grin.
Fearing the ineluctable to begin, and cut her off at the knees right before the win
Instead each crooked thought she caught imprisoned between pearls and lips
The time she bought was worth a lot, she couldn't afford the slip
A muffled curse as blisters burst stubbornly clenching to keep her grip
Awareness was the key to spare this girl the dealer's rotten hit
And perhaps this keener sense of life brought intrigue to her wit
Just maybe this is it. Maybe this is the test whose memory will deepest nest.
Some think she says these things in jest, like she's not truly on a quest
Imagine- her "I'm actually giving in, new ego" smaller than the rest
And then her ideals and convictions would never be expressed
What an ignorant request.
She's fucking flawless and infallible, she's deeper than the rest
Hungry, thirsty, she's bursting with insane rhythm from the beat behind her breast
But still they're not impressed. They'll keep pushing for the "best"
Continue stressing, psyche messing, second guessing, but I digress
She's just working with what she gets, that's all she wanted to confess.
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