I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds

You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

You want me?
Well come on and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready

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They laid in the bed, naked limbs intertwined and sheets clumped around their ankles. The sky outside was grey, and the air felt dirty as one of them sorted through the half smoked hash papers that lay in a burned pile beside the bed. They both were coming down; their limbs shook, and stomach cramps ran violently up their spines. "Come oonnn..." His voice was a groan, and the pathetic sound dropped down to a gurgle as he clenched his stomach.

"Shut up." He barked over his shoulder, finding the small white bag of heroine they always had under their bed. His hand scuttled around for a needle and plunger, hissing lightly when a broken bottle nicked his finger. He sat back up on the bed; his hands shook as he prepared the needle, heating the combination of lemon juice and heroine.

"Pleease..." His partner said, grabbing at his hands. He smacked the man's hands away, glaring out of the corner of his eye.

They both smiled when the mixture melted, and it was poured in; he licked his lips, slipping the needle in the nearly collapsed veins of his right arm, shuddering with he pushed the plunger. "Hey, don't use it all!" His partner smacked him on the head, causing his state of bliss to be slightly interrupted.

He nodded, slipping the needle out, wiping the bloody needle on the sheets, not caring, and handing it to the shivering fingers of the other male.

They were both whacked out of their minds, smiling to themselves as if everything was a big joke. They loved it, bringing down their intelligence so they could feel good with out thinking. "I love you." He said, kissing the male's throat, rubbing his sides and liking the way he shivered and moaned.

Chasing the dragon, they loved it, yeah.

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I'll let you pick the characters you want to be heroine addicts! Haha The reason I wrote this one is because I finished a book called 'Smack' where the two main characters were heroine or 'smack' addicts. This song 'Talk Show Host' isn't necessarily about drugs, but the feel of it just reminds me of an opening to a drug movie. Meh, I dunno...I'm a geek. (Haha Sarah, you're gonna make fun of me for this one).