From the Pew

I tried to twist my head around a junkies decision,
to say fuck you to the world you can keep on livin,
your jobs mean nothing your money means less,
anointed by a bottle half empty,
let it wash any thoughts from his head,
never mind that,
forget what I just said,
his only thought is he wishes to be dead,
oh my did I just pinch a nerve,
you think that’s more than he deserves,
you’re probably right,
I’m sorry I said it,
talk all you want but don’t expect me to bless it,
I drink a little too much I confess it.