Your Gift
You have made me a time traveler
I came to you a steely kid with a hunger for danger that refused to oblige me
But you did, filling my purse with pills that promised me nothing
And yet I thought they did
I cried because he wouldn't love me, and I couldn't love anyone else
So I took those plain-jane pills
And when I closed my eyes I thought I had died (and now I wish I had)
But I woke up, hours later, shaking and pretending to be okay
Now I lose time whenever I'm sad
I don't have to feel anything if I'm not concious enough to feel
I wake up, born again in a new time
But I can't tell what's real and what isn't, and whether I've time traveled, or whether this game I'm playing is going to leave me disheveled, like they say it will.