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
And 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
And 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
And 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
And now I'm done
Smoking roaches from the ashtray