All my junky friends are getting straight jobs

Trading in their hearts for second place

Everybody on this planet is lost

I feel like Bill Wilson broke my legs

Oh my darling how come you look nervous

Is it cause my lips are turning blue

I can tell that you don't think I'm worthless

I wish i could think the way you do.



I don't want to party anymore than i have

I just want to make it in your world



Make it in your world.

Everyone says i should get a sponser

Someone I can call on everyday

Tell hime everything that i've been thinking

Throw my poison flower on his grave

It's been so long since I've made a meeting

Cause they always say the same thing twice.

I guess I would rather just be myself.

Instead of always trying to get nice



In this room the wheelchairs are on fire

People here are made of ice and salt

Raising hands in brave communication

Breaking over what the public thought

Afterward we count our time like money

Holding hads in circles made of prayer

When your with them you feel like your family

But when your gone It's like you were never there