My bedside clock glows 2:11

I can feel the bags under my eyes

I’ve tried for hours to sleep

But I need another hit to stay alive

I wish it were something simple

Like those little white pills

But my drug can’t be bought

You’re what I need now and always will

There’s a rubber band exposing my vein

And you’re the needle stuck in my arm

How can I still be jonesing

When I just shot up you’re charm?

Everyone can see my track marks

Everybody expect you, that is,

Even though I’m always high

‘Cause you’re so addictive

Already the high is almost gone

My tolerance is building

I need more of you every time

With every hit, the height’s dwindling

The withdrawal is going to be Hell;

Nothing but a bitch

It’s already been 38 minutes

And I need another hit