Woke up wrapped up in myself.
Bad headache and a dry mouth.
I got blood on my hands and face
From your new friend who you let take my place.
And I can't decide whether to apologize or go on being dry inside.
And I spend all my time hoping you'll drop by.
And you told me that "shit happens"
And "that's the way it's gotta be."
You preach about how your life's gotten better.
Why the fuck can't that shit ever happen to me?
Alcohol and percocet.
Smoky rooms and uninvited guests.
I'm chopping up lines to get rest.
Tattoo your name right across my chest.
I remember the time when we got really high and saw blue lights flying by.
And I'm still getting high, hoping you'll drop by, because I'm the one for you.
I'm the one for you
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