Lyrics

So now you're leavin' So now you're leavin' So now you've left home Oh you, left home So now you're leavin' So now you're leavin' So now you've left home So now you're leavin'? Oh, now you're leavin'? Yeah, I believe it Always could see it You say that one day I will get 'home' But I don't mind this small apartment Or its stench of alcohol You wanna talk about it About a broken home You wanna feel bad I'd rather get stoned I'd rather get stoned I'd rather get stoned I'd rather get stoned My addiction gets the best of me; Yellow-fairy-godmother, help me please Jesus Mother-mary And the devil-himself Could not manage To get me some fucking help Pull the plastic wrap over my head; Pull it tight 'til i'm fucking dead Bury me with my bottle of pins Capsule dreams i can snort In my sleeping head Don't need a map to home; It ain't hard to tell; 'Addicts' like me go to fucking hell If it came to it, i would sell your soul To give me my fix & make me whole I'm to bury you 'neath my habits; I would do it If i fucking had it But I tried to give it up And now i'm alone Nothing I enjoy is enjoyable, shit