some say, death is the easy way and I think they`re right.
Cause nights tick, by like a long week except when you stop by.
And I know that tryin gets nothing done and I see you`re about dry.
Cause nothing gets you high, you`re poor the day you die,
and alcohol it only makes you tired.
But seein you feels good, and its always understood.
That anything much sweeter would make me die.
