I tried to warn you
I should've known by now
I tried to warn you
I should've known
Track marks in your skin are making me sick
And I just can't fucking believe it
And I still can't fucking believe you
I got no money
I got no pills honey
I hit that bottle baby
Can't you see I'm fucking thrilled
I got no money
No I ain't got no pills honey
I hit that bottle baby
Can't you see I'm fucking thrilled
Isn't it funny how everything falls apart
Track marks in your skin are making me sick
And I just can't believe it
And I still just can't believe it