Sessions

Goin’ home from California Spent my money on the wine I pay my bills and get my fill Cause we’re the last of the traveling kind I don’t want no damn religion Because I’m not prepared to die But I’ve been wrong And sometimes, baby, you can’t hide I told my doctor “Doctor, I gave all my love away.” I’m a bathroom boy If you bin my toy Well, then I’ll think better anyway And I will lie right down beneath the ground When my time has come to go But until then man I gotta think that maybe I don’t know I said, “Until then girl I gotta think that maybe you don’t know.” I get my sessions on the phone I’m gonna take my pills And spend my nights alone When I find myself the real thing I go cold Well, our tank is full It’s a midnight pull We’re on the road alone I can’t get high but I know why I done the things that I shouldn’t have done Oh god the bills I took my pills and went down for the night Oh for just one time To be with you and I could die I guess I don’t know how to be alive I get my sessions on the phone I’m gonna take my pills And spend my nights alone When I find myself the real thing I go cold