the wells dry
not a drop
but its well enough
sell rock sell pop
gone to hell enough
yet?
you can't imagine
what I'm coming down from
coming down with
you can't imagine
where its taking me to,
its taking me too

so, tell mom tell pops
all about my love
eager anxious and a ton of drugs,
no life was this fun
unless it had to be
couldn't stop wouldn't stop
face your tragedies and go
go on go on go on
calm down calm down come home soon

so, broke blues bruised two's
and i'm twenty one,
seven-seventeens 30 3's
1993
4 scored more girls
than imaginary
fixes would drag
hitting a drag
blisters from bags
and scales and slimy fingertips
bad bags, bed bugs mystery hits
that're calling you out,
calling you're name
the end of your life,
or are you just high.