High School Reunions
Old friends come back from the dead
Like a reoccurring addiction
It's nice to see their faces popup
It's nice to know they came
But, I like old acquaintances
As much as I enjoy cocaine
Snorting up relentlessly
Just to enjoy the day
It's just that-
I've been getting along
Without you for sometime
If you need help I can try
Maybe I could possibly lend a hand
But I won't make the same mistakes again
It's not that fun to feel low
Maybe we could share a needle tomorrow
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