She’s yelling on the phone, she’s yelling on the phone again.
And she’s banging on the door; she’s losing all control again.
What’s she doing in the tub?
She’s shooting up the junk again.
And all the water in the stream couldn’t ever wash her clean, in my head.
And I’m Leaving
Demon with the needles leaning over your shoulder.
I pictured this differently.
I cast us in perfect light.
I’d trade an eternity, for what’s been taken away.
Feels like the future for you and me, fades in the failing light,
this time you drowned us in misery, that’s why you forced me to say
Goodbye, my love, so long, you’ve thrown us away.
It’s been going on for months, said she’d only done it once with friends.
I couldn’t keep her clean at all, every dealer that she called was a friend.
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