Shootin’ again,
Not thinkin' ahead
Got that withering feeling
That only grows stronger
Day by day,
Self-destruction’s warmonger
Yet I'm still lying here
Lessening life – burn my silver knife
The one thing I own,
One thing that's not on loan,
One thing I haven't sold, yet.
It's so easy just to throw it all
and go for the Adderol
Or something stronger to get me back
on the bed that I just fell off
Another Valium
One last shot
One more tablet to pop
Anything to get me to jump on
what I've been putting off
And I'm still lying here...
I'm on a boat that doesn't float,
And I can't swim,
Lessening life with my silver knife
The one thing I own,
One thing that's not on loan,
One thing I haven't sold, yet.
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