Drugs are good.
Drinking is bad.
Why do these Valium make me so sad?
I just want to get drowsy.
All of my stresses, away from me they creep.
Hell, why not have a little alcohol?
Then I will be forever asleep.
Eyes are getting heavy.
My head is starting to fall.
I hope there is a God.
Will he take a collect call?
If I could only make myself sleep for just a hundred years.
Hope I don't wake up and have to face these fears.
I have no money.
I have no smokes.
All I had was a couple of pills and this one bottle of beer.
So with this last sip, here's a toast.
This will be the last time you'll see me, cause next time I'll be a ghost.