Alopecia

Quick quiet with the trigger again i don’t need to know what it’s all about You’ve been feeling sicker i bet the hair on your head is about to fall out Ammunition is staying awake you sink in the trench of the bed that you made Your attrition is repeating itself i’d swallow your tumor and digest your health Better bring a book to read if we get there early get a window seat In this room we share a common seed if we synthesize our cells we’ll call the radiation team I’ll never be your betty no i’ll never be your star When you are nice and ready cut your hair and clean your car I have my own addiction trigger hand is set again You have your own prescription alopecia medicine