Driving home alone again. I guess it's something I've just gotta learn to live with. I don't know why I ever went so far. You're fucked up in the other room. Tell me something, baby, something new, cause I don't ever wanna stop this car.
I'm almost out of money again, and I didn't even buy any drugs with it, but I'm becoming more and more like you every day. You walk through the door with that thousand yard stare. I'd tell you that I miss you, but you wouldn't care. You wish things were different, because you're all starting to look the same. Late night nothing, now you're living the dream. It'll all be fine if you can stay asleep. If you don't play you won't lose, and either way you'd never win. Save that money. Buy a nicer cage. Right before I left I think I heard her say "Well I'm a high fucking roller and I'll never be sober again."
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