Fix it

It's a cool breeze at first, until you need it so much that you think you're going burst. Too late. It's pie in the sky, right before your eyes, then it's needles and pins, as everything starts to spin, while your diaphragm is heaving. Too late. It's a safe trip you think, until you find yourself at the brink, as your stable persona becomes unstable paranoia. Too late. It's just buzz, go on try it cuz? you see, I knew you would like it, if your drink was near, I would have spiked it, stick with me, set your mind free. Too late. Its vices, for the right prices, hangups and habits, uppers and downers, so we can chase the white rabbits, drinkers, snorters, and smokers, but we end up being the jokers when its too late.