I'm sinking down back to my old friend,
He always gives me what I want.
A needle in the arm and a soft spot to sleep it all away;
Daydreaming in the grass as I nod in and out.

I'd be depressed if I cared.
I'd be clean if I cared.
So set up my rig and let me flush it all away.

No pain under the stars, no thoughts of any kind.

I'm swimming in a pool of my own self indulgence-
China white warms the blood and let me swim in the spoon.

Don't worry about me too much, I'm just doing my own thing for now.

I'd be depressed if I cared, I'd be aware if I cared.

You can buy my luck for a hit, just get me to my dealer.

Sobering thoughts is what led me to the gutter,
I've lived here ever since.

Now my friends are all ghosts and I'm better off in my head;
I'm sleeping off my family and what I remember of my old life,
The sun is setting and it's getting dark but that's alright by me.

This is how it goes if you live in Echo Park