The alcoholic slumber and a hangover to feed.
Smoked all the dope. Forgot why your head hurt
You don’t laugh as much as you used to
But you don’t cry as much either
You wanna in love in the morning
You wanna get thru the day
You might eat if you can keep it down
You might drink if you can black out
you might run around run around if you can afford some bad decisions
you might taste like cigarettes and alcohol, screaming things like,
Hey, thanks for nothing at all.
If you can find the right intoxicants… . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . … . . . . . .
they say, the difference between a drug
is the dosage.