The Used
Overdose
[Verse 1]
Does it start all at once
Or come as slow as can be?
It's not about you and me
And never mind what it costs
At least it's not make believe
We can get it for free

[Pre-Chorus]
But to get love
You have got to give love
Somehow, I got your love
Was it meant to be?

[Chorus]
Your love is my drug
I've overdosed
I'm right where I'm supposed to be, yeah
Your love is fatal
Planning an overdose
An overdose

[Verse 2]
Just like in the books
The voices spoke unto me
Words as clear as can be
They say: "no one can take it away
Nothing can come in between
You can't steal something that's free," yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
But to get love
You have got to give love
Somehow, I got your love
Was it meant to be?

[Chorus]
Your love is my drug
I've overdosed
I'm right where I'm supposed to be, yeah
Your love is fatal
Planning an overdose
An overdose

[Bridge]
And in the end, I found peace
Don't know why you would choose me
And in the end, I found peace
My darling drug, you kill me

[Verse 3]
Don't think we're meant to go it alone
I could be wrong, but I'll wait and see
Get caught up when you're singing along
An overdose would come naturally
It might sound mean, but don't get me wrong
If I'm a slave, I don't wanna be free
I get fucked up when you sing along
An overdose would come naturally
[Chorus]
Your love is my drug
I've overdosed
I'm right where I'm supposed to be, yeah
Your love is fatal
Planning an overdose
An overdose

[Outro]
Spoken
When I really stopped to notice, what I noticed is that no one stops to notice. (Pretty doesn’t win tomorrow ?) (?) gets the focus. What a great idea and didn’t stop to write it on my phone. I ran straight home, unpacked the closet, found my trumpet. Stole a bus and took my new friends to the mountain. Found a spot where everyone could see although no one was looking. Ripped the (?), wet my lips and played my sad songs to the heavens. I played until my lips bled. Still I could not feel a difference, til I looked up and I noticed I had everyone’s attention. Now that I have your deliberation, let me formulate a most confusing situation, set to stimulate and satiate our saturated notions. Moving closer to the truth with no expulsions, segregations. As of now we are all a part of that machine they talked about. Don’t you remember that band Rage Against the Machine?

Let’s (?) to what John Lennon said about the war and what would happen if no soldiers took the field. If one and one is two, and two and two is a billion trillion zillion, and the moon’s a screen projection (?) socialism (?) through the power of inflation. If it’s all too much to handle let me tell you what I think, what I believe and what I hope for, what I fight for, and have faith in. And that is love. Love sweet love. (?) That is love. Love sweet love. Love love love. (?) If you think you already know all the answers you can listen. Seems the smartest when I know (?) the most important questions. And we’ve got to get it wrong along the way. The thing is important. Must (?) more than a little bit to understand what pain is. Until we truly understand, have we a chance then to be free? By free I mean devoid of pain. We have sense of the guilt of shame. The mercy of the love of man. Humanity’s the truest name. But first we’ll have to face the truth and that is where the pain comes in. Let’s start at the beginning, start somewhere in our youth. Take everything that we learned and that we counted on as truth. Kill all the messengers and simply kick the barrel over. Picture a world without answers. Pictures (carving ?) in our minds. (Shattered ?) (?) opinion. Instead of only freedom from the truth there comes fire in our hearts. Metabolized into organized. Truly democratized (?) and masses. Lengths and passes. (?) and (spastics ?). (Your moms and your dadses ?). Together we stand like a brick wall. We tower and no longer we grovel. No longer we cower. We never apologize. Why should we ever? No one to apologize to but each other. No sir, Mr. President. No sir to your war. No sir, big prime minister, no not like before. No thanks Mr. Pope. Mr. dictator (?). No longer will we play in what you like to call games. (?) realize (?) there are no peaceful choices. No virtue in walking your tightrope of peace (?). We want nothing to do with your brand new world order. I’m sure as we walk and work out our own path, we’ll figure it out on our own like we do. And then we have a (?). We did it with love love love. Love sweet love. (?) love love love. Love sweet love. Love love love. (?) we did it with love love love. Love sweet love. (?) love love love. Love sweet love. Love love love (?). Love love love (?) love love love love love love love love love love love love love love