A note: this is not in any way true
I’m sitting in a plain white room
Filled with all my favorite things
Hard booze and lots of smoke
But even with the door closed
The pain won’t stay outside
It’s rising up, filling up,
all the empty places
No, that’s not enough
I’m drowning in the pain
how much smokes gonna fill my head
before it’ll get the hell out
Break the walls and limitations
fill lungs with sweet, sweet smoke
Swim in the taste of hard core liquor
Coming up, choke it up
There’s no one here this time
Find a corner in this circle room
Curl up among the empty bottles
Light a joint to try and
Close the door and escape
From the ghosts haunting my past
Break the walls and limitations
fill lungs with sweet, sweet smoke
Swim in the taste of hard core liquor
Coming up, choke it up
There’s no one here this time
The voices are starting to shout all around
inside my head, arguing, shouting
too much now, time to give them what they want
just another drink to keep them quiet and
one more little puff to muffle the sounds
Break the walls and limitations
fill lungs with sweet, sweet smoke
Swim in the taste of hard core liquor
Coming up, choke it up
There’s no one here this time
