Vagrant

It's like drugs have become your source of self-esteem Practically made a pact to never get clean Chased that rabbit down in a hole Sunk in your fucking soul Point that finger at me when you feel the loss When it's you alone who put your drugs between us Setting your whole life ablaze between a drugged out haze or alcohol-fueled rage Constantly treading on thin ice crossing everyone in sight without thinking twice You're a true craftsman in the art of wearing out your welcome A drifter for a modern age I think that it's about time you went on your way