Sat there with a drink in one hand, joint in the other.
Just waiting for the clock to circle once more.
Jump up, walk to the kitchen.
Open the fridge.
There's nothing there.
Go back to where I started.
Drink in one hand, joint in the other.
Finish the drink.
Finish the joint.
Now what?
No food.
No friends.
No family.
I've lost my life because of this.
How long will this go on before I finally collapse?
This has to stop.
I'm killing myself.
That's what I'm doing.
But somehow, some way, that's how my life revolves lately.
Drink in one hand, joint in the other.
