I've been bored for years and no one seemed to give a fuck
A low sigh was all that I could muster up
I've been passed around like I don't even know what
Handed down 'til I had no place to call my home.
Roaming cheap hotels until I found you
You looked like a man cut from the glass
Meeting you, it really kicked my ass.
We smoked speed together.
We smoked speed together.
And right then it all clicked for me
I knew that I could transcend this mortal shell
With your love, the drugs, and G-d up above
I could get out of this halfway hell.
I wore a grim face but we made love in a way that
really broke the spell of this living Hell but later that week
They busted you
They said you'd be going away for five long years.
We smoked speed together.
We smoked speed together.
We smoked speed together.
I was seventeen and understood everything
I stole malt liquor to deaden the pain
I woke up sweating in my sister's bed
Transformed into something I couldn't understand.
I didn't have any notion of what I should do
I wanted to die or get fucked into oblivion
But all I did was cry to myself:
Sleep is for the weak.
Sleep is for the weak.
Sleep is for the weak.
Let them have their saccharine dreams of
Gold watches and sleek machines
If I had a home, I would probably go there
Strike a match and burn it all down
I've survived out here for this long, I guess.
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