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i use to think i'm dull
nothing inside my skull
but now that i'm high
i believe everything's alright

i drink another down
hopefully, no one is around
the road ahead looks empty
i hope you served to avoid me

count the rows of white lines
pray to god that i dont die
injury to my spine
i don't feel, no don't feel fine

i use to smoke alone
loneliness, dipping in a zone
i got a buzz in my head
it sure beats feeling like i'm dead

i look up at the stars
through the windshield of my car
i dont want to close my eyes
with a blink or two think i'll die

count the rows of white lines
pray to gond that i dont die
injury to my spine
i don't feel like i'm alive

count the breaths as they blow
i don't think ems will show
i can smell the whiskey on me
blame it on dependency

dependency
dependency