I thought doing drugs would help me to make an album
Too busy putting music out to think about the outcome
Thinking getting high would give me a new perspective
Instead, my head went dead and I lost a lot of incentive
Weed to MD to LSD to find a new high
Meanwhile find myself on Sundays, singing of New Wine
In actuality, I'd probably use that on a Tuesday night
I'm putting things inside my brain to get out of my mind
More than anything believed I needed to escape
Filled with so much sadness only hoped one could relate
People having fun and I didn't know how to partake
Parties went from being classy to filled with class A
I remember as a kid making fun of the alcoholics
Thinking if you were that addicted that you could just stop it
And I'm not trying to say that I was facing the same problems
But I see myself slipping down that slope as I'm getting older
Family issues, anxiety, think why'd you lie to me?
Why people have been losing me but problems always finding me?
Sometimes I need reminding that there's no need to be too cool
Opening eyes to an issue don't include your pupils
Help, I'm fine here
I'm fine here
I'm fine here
I've been seeing things
Can tell you that loneliness and drug addiction don't blend
But what else you supposed to do when you losing all of your friends?
What else you supposed to do when you lose in inside of your head?
What else you supposed to do when the bruises don't make no sense?
Timely that my new low was the point when you'd ask "where'd you go?"
I just wanna go home but feels my heart's stuck in embargo
In cargo that can't go anywhere, dead like Fargo
Far gone, faded, high and I'm broken