The Color Pit

Yeah, here you come again. I should have known you'd be around. It makes no sense to me why we're still alive. You've got weeks to live and I am on a spiral dive. When you finally die I won't let you need me there. I know damn well you're not alone. Surrounded laughing by the death head grins of all my friends who've overdosed, overdosed and died. (And you know that's the way we'd go.) Back in your color room the shadows fall and break. We would waste away burning out, shooting up. I'm not gonna fall with you this time, I might not get up. I'm not strong enough. You know. Can't you see it's killing me? I'm not gonna walk back into the pit for you. Yeah, not for you or anyone. I don't want the speed, I don't want the heroin. I'm not gonna break, I'm not gonna play your game. When you die alone in that pit of hell don't perpetuate the myth, don't romanticize. I'm not gonna watch you die again. I don't want to see. You know. You don't want to talk about it, but you know. You sit and laugh at me, you'll die laughing. Yeah, you're all fucked up, can't you see it's killing me? I'm not gonna walk back into the pit. I'm not gonna walk back into the pit for you.