I want to cry; he's more than 500 miles away
That Class A drug is begging
To, once again, flow through his veins
And I can't do a ****** thing to help
Because I'm here and he's there and that's how it stays

He calls me baby and tells me not to cry,
But I just can't help it
I want to curl up in bed with him tonight
And help him through this. But I can't.

Babe, this *****.