Bloody hell you drive me crazy baby
just what is it that you love about active addiction?
No! We both know you'll never just have one taste, one drink
then stop until next week...
hasn't the past told you enough, that it fucking hurts - banging your head time n time
Ask all those who profess to have your back, to look you in the eyes clean
and tell you where they'll be when the money runs out...
will they visit you inside when the police catch up
(what you think they care that you didn't snitch, it just means you've told 'em what power they hold over you)
even better yet babe
will they be there holding your hand when the tests come back positive
and you're just another drug fucked junkie dying of HIV or AIDS?
Maybe I can't force you to change with harsh reality...
I mean who cares that you've just shot draino into your veins
and you're stomach has been pumped more times than you can remember kissing your
partner goodbye at the door, again
I thought you said the drugs would never touch the ones you love
and yet you stole more than trust from your own mother
and when you're baby child cries for love
you're too stoned to even care
and the holes just happened to put themselves in the walls...didn't they?
And I'll tell you how many of those followers who hang around with you
(only when you're loaded with money, gear or alcohol)
will be pallbearers at your funereal...
Do you really feel like recovery ain't worth it
or you ain't?
Read this please, even once
right before you pick up the phone
please don't make THAT call
or before you head off downtown, next door - whatever, man
let the misery end...
with you alive