at first i thought it was just because of the 'gifts' 
that you gave me
the silly little paper square escapes 
i believed could save me
the smooth orange pills 
that when swallowed gave me chills 
and if i waited soon enough 
i would be shaking from the thrills

and i took those gifts with pride
as they lasted through the night
into those empty party bedrooms
that, when crashing, make me cry
but somehow, with distorted time
i saw theres more to our torn lives
we can make each other laugh
we can love or we could die
in the palm of your hand 
im resting my frail life

i tell myself it is a lie
that real emotion is no high
but still i slip into the fractal architecture 
of your life