So now you're leavin'
So now you're leavin'
So now you've left home
Oh you, left home
So now you're leavin'
So now you're leavin'
So now you've left home

So now you're leavin'?
Oh, now you're leavin'?
Yeah, I believe it
Always could see it
You say that one day
I will get 'home'
But I don't mind this small apartment
Or its stench of alcohol

You wanna talk about it
About a broken home

You wanna feel bad
I'd rather get stoned
I'd rather get stoned
I'd rather get stoned
I'd rather get stoned
My addiction gets the best of me;
Yellow-fairy-godmother, help me please
Jesus
Mother-mary
And the devil-himself
Could not manage
To get me some fucking help

Pull the plastic wrap over my head;
Pull it tight ’til i’m fucking dead

Bury me with my bottle of pins
Capsule dreams i can snort
In my sleeping head

Don’t need a map to home;
It ain’t hard to tell;

‘Addicts’ like me go to fucking hell

If it came to it, i would sell your soul
To give me my fix & make me whole

I’m to bury you ‘neath my habits;
I would do it
If i fucking had it
But I tried to give it up
And now i’m alone
Nothing I enjoy is enjoyable, shit