The Difficult Song

Here we go again
A-here we, a-here we, a-here we go we go again
Today I smoked some weed, and it’s makin’ things difficult
Yesterday I took some speed, and it’s makin’ things difficult
The combination isn’t deadly
But it’s messin’ with my head, see
I always ask myself why
I think I’m gonna, I’m gonna die
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
For lunch I had Vietnamese, and it’s makin’ things difficult
Followed by two quarter pounders with cheese, and it’s makin’ things difficult
The combination isn’t lethal
But my position’s really fetal
I always ask myself why
I think I’m gonna, I’m gonna die
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Won’t somebody take away my pain
Turn off my brain
I swear there’s time
I think I’m goin’ insane
I thought it would be fun
Callin’ 911
If I find I’ve died
I think you better, you better run
You better run, run
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
I want to see some dogs creepin’ up on my feet
As you’re runnin’ down the street to this rock and roll beat
A-here we go again
A-here we, a-here we, a-here we go we go again
Help me, Mrs. Porter, you know you’re makin’ things difficult
I’ve been livin’ with your daughter, she don’t make anything difficult
Can’t you hear my heartbeat pounding
Can’t you see I’m in my bed drowning
Can’t you feel the pain that is all mine
Can’t you tell, can’t you tell I’m gonna die?
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Can’t you tell I’m gonna die?
When you knock on my door, you won’t get an answer