Play Dead

Her head get dizzy. She takes some aspirin to get high.
My hands can't feel anything, she said. Then gazes at the ceiling.

There he sits. Smokes his cigs, crying. Cause nobody's around.
Wonders why is that, everything is so confusing.

I got you coffee. Just black, like you said.

The dope on that, she loves it. She needs caffeine in her everyday life.
Why do they make everything so complicated?