I think I'm in love with the druggies
I love the ones that just don't have the capacity to love me
Everytime I'm with him
he's on his own high
On his own time
Smoking seven blunts a day just to get by
Poppin' pills, a handful is light
Searching for a way to leave this life
Inhaling the white, left and right
Needing a way to say goodbye
I look into his eyes and I see a storm
I'm trying to save him
But I've set off the alarms
He's on the run for more cheap drugs
How could he have known the dealer had a gun
He says goodbye and gets his wish
As he ascends into the clouds,
it's the highest he's ever been.