Zane McGlathery - Our Drugs Lyrics

Brain is rotting on the kitchen floor
But I don't give a damn anymore
It's not that you have left my side
And it's not my wounded f*cking pride
It's just that I am dying on the inside
Fruit flies buzzing 'round the room
Hundred-ten degrees in the afternoon
Your body's sprawled out like a corpse
And I'm holding you hand like we're in a morgue
But we aren't dead
No, because
Our drugs
Keep us from hard drugs
And our drugs
Save us from ourselves
And our drugs
Keep us from killing ourselves
Our drugs
I picked out my casket
From the little girl with the basket
And those flower petals dying
We take pills to keep from crying
And we have to
Yea we have to
Because
Our drugs
Keep us from hard drugs
And our drugs
Save us from ourselves
And our drugs
Keep us from killing ourselves
Our drugs
Our drugs
Our drugs
Our drugs