Withdrawal

Friday night, daydreaming

Dissociating at the ATM

I thought I might be healing

Is this the way that I've always been?

Like the cash in my wallet

I'm coming close to buying happiness

I'm folded up and worthless

And dying for a temporary fix

I'm so stupid, I didn't know

That getting high could get this low

I find myself at the station

Washing all the Xs off my hands

I don't know why I'm shaking

Is it too much caffeine again?

I step into the ring and clench my fists

I'm fighting with my consciousness

And getting weaker every punch I throw

'Cause getting high just gets so low

I didn't know that I could get so low

And I can't ever seem to come down slow

I didn't know that I could get so low

And I can't ever seem to come down slow

I didn't know that I could get so low

And I can't ever seem to come down