Aug 2013
Fifteen cents in my pocket
feels like losing.
Each drag leaves me a dime
and five grams of coin,
a fiend.
An addict never gets his change
in ones.
Just fives and tens.
feels like losing.
Each drag leaves me a dime
and five grams of coin,
a fiend.
An addict never gets his change
in ones.
Just fives and tens.
