Dopamime

Every time the ambulance drives by
I think you might have died

your powder and mask-error-a
captured suburban girl's fears
caught in pinned holed mirrors

take me to the corner then take me to your room
take me to a place where i can shoot down the moon

your powder and mask-error-a
captured suburban girl's fears
caught in pinned holed mirrors

belted and framed syringe drained
i take you to lie listen to you cry
the tracks on your arms 
trained to dopamine dreams