I've got a dying urge to feel the way you do
Too close for comfort, bed and breakfast in a spoon
(bed and breakfast in a spoon is referring to heating heroin in a spoon before you inject it and the relaxing feeling it brings after)
The shortest breath of your young life
A long walk home on Friday night
You made one last stop at the store
(i think he means you stopped to buy heroin from a dealer)
So close to perfect, swear to hell, thought it was you
This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue
I've got your pictures on my walls
I've got a long list of calls I must make to your existing family
(i can't take that your dead, i have to call your living family)
You had nine lives and one by one you chewed 'em up
Your final coffin nail's been driven far too much
(your way past dead)
This won't take long, you said, I'm not going far
Go wait in the car
Go wait in the car
(talking to ssomeone else, wait for me in the car i have to buy drugs basically)
I often wonder what it feels like to be you
A mess like this stuck on your hands with crazy glue
(you couldn't shake the drug habit so it killed you)
Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye
Wish I could learn to let this sleeping dog die without lying to myself
(wish i could just let it go, i knew it would happen) ~DS
I've got a dying urge to feel the way you do Too close for comfort, bed and breakfast in a spoon (bed and breakfast in a spoon is referring to heating heroin in a spoon before you inject it and the relaxing feeling it brings after) The shortest breath of your young life A long walk home on Friday night You made one last stop at the store (i think he means you stopped to buy heroin from a dealer) So close to perfect, swear to hell, thought it was you This bouncing baby boy's now turning baby blue I've got your pictures on my walls I've got a long list of calls I must make to your existing family (i can't take that your dead, i have to call your living family) You had nine lives and one by one you chewed 'em up Your final coffin nail's been driven far too much (your way past dead) This won't take long, you said, I'm not going far Go wait in the car Go wait in the car (talking to ssomeone else, wait for me in the car i have to buy drugs basically) I often wonder what it feels like to be you A mess like this stuck on your hands with crazy glue (you couldn't shake the drug habit so it killed you) Ran out of time, no kiss goodbye Wish I could learn to let this sleeping dog die without lying to myself (wish i could just let it go, i knew it would happen) ~DS