Some days nothing makes sense
Bed burns from lit cigarettes
And you think I'm crazy
"You're on something", you say
Some bums won't throw any fits
I do and I know that you do too
And you think I'm crazy
"You're on something", you say
Yellowed teeth, can't keep up with rent
Lights too bright, next morning regrets
And we got high just to forget the rest
We're both fools