low tide at the dryin’ out facility

[Intro]

Where a dead person will begin to become conscious

[Verse 1]

I took one last sip and got an ambulance trip

Breathalyzer told 'em it was .46

Doc on duty wasn't having my shit

Took one little look, I was in and out quick

Wait around the hop 'til the tech showed up

Went back to detox and didn't even throw up

Sweating through the sheets

Just shaking, thinking of you

[Chorus]

Welcome home, give up your phone

Clonazepam, trazodone

We'll get high while we get dry

So we don't die, I suppose

[Verse 2]

Baby, baby, do you love me

Even though I'm in rеcovery?

DTs feeling like lightning struck me

But I'm just struck by you

Wеakness pulled apart by vultures

Insides ripped apart by ulcers

Every day I'm getting older

But I wanna get older with you

[Chorus]

Welcome home, give up your phone

Clonazepam, trazodone

We'll get high while we get dry

So we don't die, I suppose

Welcome home, give up your phone

Ativan, trazodone

We'll get high while we get dry

So we don't die, I suppose