We were out shoplifting, waiting for the drugs to kick in 'cause all that apartment ever gave me was light so I watch it break a little more every night.

We were out hitch-hiking waiting for something to happen cause I'm walking the last time at the end of my street and I'll miss it 'cause I've always hated purity.

And I've been huffing spray paint lately around the corner in the alley. Sometimes dead brain cells are means for surviving and toxins can be memories.

So I think of the good times and the bad times. So I drink until I can leave all the rest behind.

We were six months in just waiting on a handle of gin 'cause we lost the calendar so long before so we count the days by the bottles on the floor.

We had heads full of acid waiting for something to happen 'cause the land lord's right below our feet and he can't sleep so we're lucky to have lasted a week.

And I haven't been sleeping lately around the corner in the alley. Sometimes you can't just blame the crank and sometimes you're sleeping on broken glass.

So I think of the good times and the bad times. So I drink until I can leave all the rest behind.