Well I fell hard and just never got up
‘cause you were a pill when I needed a crutch
Living on the streets- vomit on his clothes,
He asked me for change
I said I can't provide to you sir,
The will to seize the day
He said his heart was broken,
And it was never resolved
So now around the bottle,
I see his life is revolved
Well, I'd been wondering so I asked, if life's a burden or a gift
He smiled at me and said, "Depends how you're handling it."
‘cause I've been thinking,
Of putting a needle in my vein
To find an addiction,
I can sustain
He said "You'll never get that same feeling,
But if you're just too neurotic to love,
Then sit right here with me boy,
And take that drug."
-“And give up.”-
"Well, we've all got out problems,"
I say, "I know I've got mine.
And nothing is ever resolved,
we’re just buying or wasting our time."
So he asked me, if life's a burden or if it's a gift
I said, "Sometimes I'm happy, and sometimes I feel like shit."
Well I don't like the feeling, when she's not around
So doc gives me feelings that aren't my own
I don't like the feeling, when she's not around
So they pump me full of feelings that aren't my own
Best find a better way to deal
‘cause we all want to be happy or too numb to feel
But when you decide you'd rather feel nothing than a chance of pain You’ve already stepped one foot in the grave
You’re one foot in the grave
I'm one foot in the grave