High Cost of Living

I was just a normal guy, life was just a 9 to 5
With bills and pressure, piled up to the sky
She never asked, she knew I'd been
Hanging with my wilder friends
Lookin for some other way to fly
And 3 days straight was no big feat
To get by on no food or sleep
And crazy, was becomin my new norm
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn't even tell i was alive
I tell you,
The high cost of livin aint nothin like the cost of livin high
That southern baptist parkin lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray
Starin at that giant cross just reminded me that I was lost
And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track
Lookin just to score another deal
With my back against that damn 8 ball i didn't have to think or talk or feel
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn't even tell i was alive
I tell you,
The high cost of livin aint nothin like the cost of livin high
My whole life went through my head
Layin in that motel bed
Watchin as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a peice of land
And my sweet wife was my best friend
But i traded that for cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety
I've got the time to sit and think
Of all the things I had and threw away
This prison is much colder than that one that i was locked up in just yesterday
My life is just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
Hell I cant even tell if I"m alive
I tell you,
The high cost of livin aint nothin like the cost of livin high
I tell you,
The high cost of livin aint nothin like the cost of livin high\
Just leave that stuff alone