I need a portable blender,
I need a roll of duct tape,
I need a double-barreled shotgun,
To shut you up.
I need a sound-proof room,
I need a hand full of death caps,
I need a home six feet under,
To forget about you.
I need a ticket to nowhere,
I need a light-speed jet,
I need a ride to hitch,
To get away from your smile.
I need my feet in cement,
I need my eyes burned out,
I need my heart on a plate,
To keep from feeling you here.
I need, you.
I need, you.
I need, you.
To keep me sane.
I need, us.
I need, us.
I need, us.
To know I'll stay that way.
RLJ
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