I can feel them pulling the strings.
I can hear them whispering things.
I can smell them, gross and cold.
I cannot taste them, I'm getting old.

I can see the world going by,
I can even interact and comply.
I can feel the light breeze,
The sting, it makes me freeze.

Even in the car, trees blurring by,
The road twisting and curving nigh.
It's almost like being high.
Almost.

But the come-down never comes,
Oh yeah, it teases you, it taunts.

Sometimes I just want to hide,
Feels like I'm just Along For the Ride.

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