It’s like drugs have become your source of self-esteem
Practically made a pact to never get clean
Chased that rabbit down in a hole
Sunk in your fucking soul
Point that finger at me when you feel the loss
When it’s you alone who put your drugs between us

Setting your whole life ablaze between a drugged out haze or alcohol-fueled rage
Constantly treading on thin ice crossing everyone in sight without thinking twice

You’re a true craftsman in the art of wearing out your welcome

A drifter for a modern age
I think that it’s about time you went on your way