I miss the old vices,
overtime till i cant stand,
a line in the stall,
and a smoke on a 15.

or, when I got home,
intimate acts with strangers,
anyways it's better if
I don't know your name.

not like from I was 14,
god, how I miss the needle
lick the ooze from the pullout,
holes and holes and holes.

but, I'm back to the old vices,
a line before he gets up
rockers and poppers and tokes,
and a prayer if God's listening

<- head back