life is never fast enough. so i need a cigarette between my fingers, to tell them i don't care. a shot and a needle, a gelatin coated pill and an affair. cause life is too slow, but never slow enough. I don't want to grow but its too late now. i can't bring back my innocence so its down to experience. I can't slow it down, and I'm incapable of living life at a steady pace. i hate being in between. so i dream, because i don't have the guts to live life to its fullest.