The cravings are so great I hit the ATM at the bank Two, three, seven, eight Don't know how much I drank Cocaine, mescaline, phenexelidine Try to score some valium Maybe have a jug of wine Or pop myself a few lithium Anything to stop the pain But I can't have just one Always want more even in vain And I won't stop till it's gone The cycle is so vicious I can barely hold my ground I am so high I am suspicious Of everyone I am around The time has come The end is near Time to go home When I finish this beer I go home and lay down Saying I won't do it again Wondering aimlessly around town Not knowing when to say when Tomorrow comes, another day Cravings come, tears down my eyes I lay in bed and I pray Can I stop to my surprise
© 2005, Allen Scott Culp I
