I packed my bags and prepared for a night long drive,
Took a couple pills to keep me feeling alive.
Somewhere along the way I started to feel pain,
So I pulled to the side and put a needle in my vein.

I never felt so alive as I did on that trip,
Waiting til the last moments to get my fix.
I listened to Floyd the entire way,
And got my drugs without having to pay.

And each time I lasted just a few minutes more,
Many hours passed before I let myself cure.
And each time the pain became less intense,
I'd fill up my needle and lose all sense.

Somehow I survived that month long drive,
By shooting a few pills just to feel alive.
And somehow I'm stronger because of those days,
Now that I've lost all of my destructive ways.