Crushed and snorted your reality today.
Turned your brain into mush, you're tuning out again.
Never seem to be in touch or know what's going on.
Can't stand to see yourself so these pills are an escape.
Passed out on the toilet, wonder if you'll wake up.
Say you've got a handle, I don't think you do.
It's pretty fucked up to think you aren't the the only one.
A whole fucking town of kids strung out on shitty drugs.
It won't be too long before you're all fucking dead.
Dopesick, overdosed or a bullet in your head.
You said you really loved me, but you don't love yourself.
I couldn't say it back, but what does it fucking matter?
You won't remember shit tomorrow.
It's a sad state of affairs.
I wonder if I stuck around, maybe thought I could help.
Don't really think I could, but fuck it, doesn't matter.
Heard you weren't doing well.
I hope you aren't dead tomorrow.