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