With a big bag in your pocket when you're feeling so low
When you rip it up and snort it, you'll keep snorting till you choke
Maybe you're a mess because you've no one to elope with
Or maybe you're a mess because you're not one to evoke
Your feelings onto their minds.
Make yourself alone.
Distract and redirect your efforts to make people hope
Brick by brick, you get your fix with your self-aware jokes
Attention, love, desire, drugs of human birth and growth
Rid yourself of these one day, you'll see you're missing what you wrote
The life you live is fine, you can be alone
You get some. you get some, you get some, and you let it go
You get some. you get some, you get some, and you let it go