Our Drugs

Brain is rotting on the kitchen floor
But I don't give a damn anymore
It's not that you have left my side
And it's not my wounded fucking pride
It's just that I am dying on the inside

Fruit flies buzzing 'round the room
Hundred-ten degrees in the afternoon
Your body's sprawled out like a corpse
And I'm holding you hand like we're in a morgue
But we aren't dead
No, because

Our drugs
Keep us from hard drugs
And our drugs
Save us from ourselves
And our drugs
Keep us from killing ourselves
Our drugs

I picked out my casket
From the little girl with the basket
And those flower petals dying
We take pills to keep from crying

And we have to
Yea we have to
Because

Our drugs
Keep us from hard drugs
And our drugs
Save us from ourselves
And our drugs
Keep us from killing ourselves
Our drugs
Our drugs

Our drugs
Our drugs



Credits
Writer(s): Zane Franz
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