I don’t want anything. Don’t pay me no nevermind. Too many things are taking up All your space; Spacing out is taking up All my time. Time to be moving on…. On the road to ruin and beyond…. Beyond the thousand yard stare, I sit . Sit and smoke one more cigarette. Cigarettes and an empty bottle of pills: Pills to cure and pills for pain and pills to kill- Kill the feelings a’draggin’ me so-; Sold the farm for the pharmaceutical. I call you in the ungodly hours; Ours is a mutual parasitic relation; When son of a b—— meets a black hearted witch. Which one came first baby, the memories all blur. The morning after pill on the dresser. Dress her and try not to guess her next stop. Black top; black tar heroin; Black spot in my lungs. Living like I like to … is like playing Russian roulette with a fully loaded gun. Gonna get mine. “Mind your Ma’ and don’t do no wrong, son.” Sun came up this morn’, but I- Shut the shutters and closed off the doors. The smoke on my sofa. The smell on my breath, One way or another, baby, - Gonna get me a date with Death.
