Roaches

I'm smoking roaches from the ashtray Haven't left the apartment in ten days It's another rainy day All cold and wet and gray I'm rolling weed with the tobacco I'm calling you on the telephone I don't want to be alone All sad and scared and stoned I'm terrified of tomorrow I don't know if it'll come or I will go There's so much more to be afraid of Than I ever could have dreamed of And now I'm done Now I'm done Now I'm done Smoking roaches from the ashtray Another diagnosis Another brief psychosis Another a little bit dramatic Another isn't that tragic? And now I'm done Now I'm done Now I'm done Smoking roaches from the ashtray I've had one too many bad days One too many last times I saw your face One too many dark cards I'd been dealt One too many blows below the belt And now I'm done Now I'm done Now I'm done Smoking roaches from the ashtray I'm smoking roaches from the ashtray I'm shadowboxing one more day away I'm pacing around in circles I'm facing myself in the mirror And now I'm done Now I'm done Now I'm done Smoking roaches from the ashtray