High Noon.

Whatever comes to me I take it on the chin. Might as well admit it I’m an addict won’t quit it Of course, back on the horse again. Back in the whores again. I’ve come to accept Though I’m not quite dead yet . Place your bets I wouldn’t bet on me . My only regret Is you had to see me in my hour of need. Drop a quarter in the jukebox - sing Hank off key. ain’t going home Ain’t gotta hope High on dope Feeling crazy . I sit around and think about leaving . If I cut out of line, I might make it to town Without falling asleep at the red light. Don’t call me up to remind me What I fucked up last night . Don’t call at all . Baby, why can’t you see? I’m still 10 feet tall So I’m bound to hit hard when I fall. I won’t act like you didn’t- didn’t warn me Cheap alcohol ; southern drawl. Cigarette Juliet I’ll be your one and only For the eves, never lonely with thee. Your amphetamine kisses, your apparent indifference At the attempts to catch your attention And the way you’re not too proud To mention you like to get loud. Spent a lot in your arms, honey Now I found out I fell in love with a heathen. She rushes to help, she lessens the hurt When I’m bleedin’ out. She shovels the dirt She buries my doubt. She’s insane, but she remained Through my withdrawal demons. In that room, she warmed up the spoon. Said come ,Pilgrim, slip off your boots And indulge in your damnation.