I take a shit load of pills,
and my buddy passes me a bottle.
We chug it all down,
we going out full throttle.
One of the happiest times,
of my short pathetic life.
Ended with me in the bathroom,
waking up at 2 in the afternoon with a wife.
All the good times that we shared,
are burned into my mind.
Through bad and good,
you were there being sweet and kind.
Remember when we ran from the cops,
and we didnt get caught.
The fat fucks couldnt catch us fast enough,
but they looked long enough for wood to rot.
And when I pissed on that cops car,
after that party on April 20th.
It was too cold, so we had a few drinks,
I held you close and we watched our breath.
Being with you,
was like driving in the dark.
We had no idea where we were going,
we just went away from the barks.
As soon as we could,
we ran away from this town.
Brought a few of our friends,
and had good times painting eachother up like clowns.
We always thought about dying alone,
or together, just not at "home".
We always thought about pulling the trigger,
at the others dome.
But it seems that times,
they change.
I'll see you on the other side,
where we wont be so dearranged. |
