I told everyone I met I was a liar and a thief,
Even knowing that you would probably buy my cd,
I’ve done a lot of bad shit, still haven’t paid the price
Took too many risks and just let it roll with the dice,
Good advice that I was given always came from a criminal,
A sweet young boy turned into a man that was cynical,
Clinically depressed and he was sexually confused,
Didn’t know how to think so he just followed the news
Only listened to his parents and obeyed their rules
Didn’t taste freedom until he broke the curfew
He chilled with the bad kids because that was where he belonged
Found a new love as soon as he lit his first bong
8 years later and now he’s making these songs
Trying to get better as a person by righting the wrongs
Has scars on both arms from childhood incidents
Suicide attempts that were only half way serious.
Don’t do drugs. Do me.
Do drugs and me.
Do drugs with me. And then do me.