on the nightstand a half micky
and like fifty fuckin roaches wrapped in tin foil
cigarettes and some honey oil
half an ounce in the hash pipe
and no idea what the fuck i did last night
but i don't care cause i am no longer empathetic
to who i hurt including me myself and i forget it
i'm on a path towards destruction and i'm almost there
you coulda saved me last year when i almost cared
the wall around my heart's strong
your only son's a disappointment
i sold myself for gold watches
laughin in the devils face
i'm shootin higher than jupiter wow"