Cocaine

We pour a quarter on the tabletop and    
Start snorting until our faces go numb.
                 
My side girl's clothes fall off and   
She rubs blow all across her gums.    
                       
Our door remains double locked and 
Black blinds keep us safe from the sun.    
                
My fiance says she's done if I don't stop but                
In the end, she'll always be under my thumb.    
                                         
My Mom cries often, feels sad and lost.
I lie and say I'm quitting but she isn't dumb.      
                           
My Dad just pretends to be in shock but                    
We both know he gave me my first bump.                
                      
These cravings for white lines won't stop and            
Nose bleeds and broken promises aren't fun.    
                           
Shame is a feeling I choose to block and                    
I'm worried I'll never let go of the gun.