Full of thoughts and emptiness,
It hurts, it hurts so bad.
And now I am empty and thoughtless,
full of the memories we had.
They are my lovely drugs,
And I've become an addict,
but I just can't stop,
knowing that I once had it...
It killed me when you were gone, love,
But being there was a high,
It was black as heaven and white as hell,
All colored green within your eyes.
I don't have that now,
And it causes me too much pain.
But I just can't give it up,
or throw those words down the drain,
Because now they are my pills,
My vodka and my weed,
And the immunity comes
Just slow enough to meet the need.
I have long stopped counting
the times I overdose in doubt,
But I can feel the numbness coming
In lack of tears that still bleed out.
You say you worry so much that
they will someday turn red;
I don't worry, I just wonder
Why inside I feel so dead.
Barely living without,
I miss your touch the most...
Goddamn those drugs.
They're killing us both.
