I keep a bottle by the bed Just to quiet what they said Open it up, (throw it down) So I don't hear that schoolyard sound Each laugh comes back with perfect aim Like they still know my high school name Synthetic nights for mindful walks And pray the mirror never talks I know the score I know the cost Still I reach For what I lost Pills in my pocket I’m trying to survive Weed in my pocket I barely stay alive I take what I can take I need some mental break Pills in my pocket I shouldn’t take too many more Mhhh More? Remember the hallway full of teeth Every day they made me bleed Not through my skin, but deep inside Where shame grew up to their lies So I chase the dark with bright white lines Way too loaded, way too blind I’m conscious, yeah, I know it’s bad But pain got me where I’m at I know the score And even the cost Yet all those pills They have my trust Drugs in my pocket I’m trying to survive Ice in my pocket I barely stay alive I take what I can take I fucking need a mental break More in my pocket I know I shouldn’t take much more Mhhh Or more? Don’t ask me what I left behind I locked that door a thousand times They wore me thin, they split me apart Now one more hit to mute my heart Pills in my pocket I’m trying to survive It is a big pocket I barely stay alive I take what I can take Then shut my inner door Pills in my pocket But I need something more Mh mh just a little more Mh mh well… not “too” little more
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