Trust Me

We have a cautionary deal
I profess my indiscretions
You confess your ideals.
If I waste your time,
just click your heels
While I get a needle
and tattoo "needed" in my hand
Ive planned on swelling glands
And I demand we expand our horizons
Fuck,
I wish you'd learn to trust me
I wish id learn to wise up
Same old mistake, but its a different day
Same old mantra, but its said a different way
But hey! I got the cure for the blues
a hand full of pills, tattoos and alcohol abuse
Smooth tunes and a crowded room
Brains clouded? yeah? I like how it sounded too
It sounds enticing, inviting and remarkably clean
But be careful, you might end up just like me
I'm cynical, clinically depressed and a fiend
obscene, obsessed and far from serene.
Speaking in a distant dialect
Useful to the tongue,
but its dull in its effect
Infection of my intellect
Sew my mouth closed to protect the perfect
from the disrespect I can conjure
I dodged a barrage of bombshells
And got the medal of honour
They pinned it, by request, to my bare chest
And bleeding....... I smiled,
heavily breathing I sarcastically asked:
"is this succeeding?!"
Feeding my hunger with a forgone conclusion
Its not much more than an optical illusion
A confusing intrusion of delusion and doubt
without shouting I need to block it all out
I've whispered my indiscretions
And yes, in the end we have this deal
You can tell me your problems
and i can change the way you feel.