Drivin' the block to put off getting home
It's a whole lot of work to get a little bit stoned
I'm threading the needle, changing the dose
'Til I'm immune to the cure
When you have not a thing
else left to look forward to
Outside of hitting the road
And burning one
after your shift at the restaurant
Getting a ride to the show
It makes sense to want to feel good
It makes sense to want not to feel
They say living is something that you choose
But it makes sense with no chips left to lose
Everybody knows you're off the wagon
Still hanging on for dear life
While it's dragging you beneath the wheels
Think you're finally finding out the pageant
Ain’t worth it, no one does it right
You get the hand you get and try to deal