the GOOD old days
Burning a hole in my pocket
Burning a hole in my lungs
I take another hit
I do another line
My head is spinning
My heart is racing
I can’t see straight
But I feel so fine
No worries to think of
No responsibilities to take hold
The only thing on my mind
Is how am I gonna do my shit
Before they get home
My thoughts
All twisted and confused
Are of burning sensation
Blowing through my nose
There’s no way I could get caught
I am such a pro
Although there are so many times
It has been very close
No worries to think of
No responsibilities to take hold
The only think on my mind
Is how am I gonna do my shit
Before they get home
I’m sorry I spilled the shit in the puddle of water
I’m sorry I didn’t stop you after forty minutes of trying to shoot up
I’m sorry if I relapse we’ve done it so many times before
I’m sorry if I lose control, but sometimes it gets to be too tough
No worries to think of
No responsibilities to take hold
The only think on my mind
Is how am I gonna do my shit
Before they get home
Let’s go back to the old times
When it was just me and you
Lost in our own little world
Of love, sex, and drugs
Let’s do what we used to do
The two of us were so transparent
We were on top of the world
Why did it have to end?
Robbing, stealing and lying
Were all our specialties
We got exactly what we wanted
It came to us with ease
No worries to think of
No responsibilities to take hold
The only think on my mind
Is how am I gonna do my shit
Before they get home