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