Forgive me if I'm wrong but here's what I get from it
Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams
I think that you exist but do you really?
*hallucinations maybe??
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent
With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement
*can't make the rent cuz the money's going toward the drug
Used needles to support the addiction
It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan
You try to nurture it, hope for extension
*can't do this forever but you can't stop either
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference
But right is oh so dull, and no one's interested.
*Of course its not right but life is so shitty without the drug
Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes
*amsterdam (famous for you know what ha)recipes being the substances
With side affection stapled to your black jeans
Expressions are revealing just where I'd rather be
But I'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene
*feels like shit and looks like shit without it and it's obvious to others around him
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth
So here goes
*he has to face the truth and needs to stop
I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter,
It's on the wrong wall
*He may have reached a turning point but maybe relapsed into something else
Forgive me if I'm wrong but here's what I get from it
Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams I think that you exist but do you really? *hallucinations maybe??
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement *can't make the rent cuz the money's going toward the drug Used needles to support the addiction
It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan You try to nurture it, hope for extension *can't do this forever but you can't stop either
As far as right and wrong, I know the difference But right is oh so dull, and no one's interested. *Of course its not right but life is so shitty without the drug
Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes *amsterdam (famous for you know what ha)recipes being the substances
With side affection stapled to your black jeans Expressions are revealing just where I'd rather be But I'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene *feels like shit and looks like shit without it and it's obvious to others around him
Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth So here goes *he has to face the truth and needs to stop
I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter, It's on the wrong wall *He may have reached a turning point but maybe relapsed into something else