Thought It Was Over With

Shits gettin' rough
I ain't this tough..
It's got such a hold on me
why cant I be free?
My stomach rocks up
and every bone in me feels fucked.
My hands are just shaking
for that little pack, I am aching.
Just enough to hold me over
I promise it will be the last one ever.
Cross my fingers behind my back
I'm full of shit, that's a fact.
I'm feeling pretty bad
and I look really damn sad.
Make up worn right off my face
I need to get out of this place.
Take me for a drive
I promise just one ride
let me have at it one more time
I promise, I only want a dime....
                    ...this time...