09 Bully Edit – Regina Spektor
White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies
White lines on your mind
Keep it steady
You were never ready for the lies
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
You don't have no doctor Robert
You don't have no uncle Albert
You don't even have good credit
You can write but you can't edit
Edit, edit, edit, edit, edit, edit...
It felt like a buzzing in his head, deep and resounding and unstoppable. Gord twisted uncomfortably, rubbish at keeping it hidden. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he wiped it with a sleeve.
He wanted it, so much it made him itch, made his skin crawl and his body hot. Tad waved a hand in front of his face, trying to get him back in the real world, but Gord was already up, staggering, into the awful boy's bathroom in the main hall, spluttering the stuff through his nose and coughing.
He had hardly taken time to think, had acted on impulse, horrible crazy addicted impulse. His head cleared, slowly and then fully, tipping him into calm and then lifting him into buzzing wakefulness.
His hands were steady now, not shivering and shaking like they had been before. He took three long, deep breaths and tried to walk with dignity out of the bathroom.
Keep it steady, Gord. You can do this.