So now you're leavin So 'now'— your leavin So now you've left home Oh you, left home So now your leavin So now you're leavin Oh do i believe it Always could see it You say that one day I will get 'home' But i don't mind this small apartment Or its stench of alcohol You wanna talk about it / about a broken home You want to feel bad // I'd rather get stoned ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– ––––––––– W O R M E A T E R–––––––––––– My addiction gets the best of me; Yellow-fairy-godmother, help me please Jesus // mother-mary And the devil-himself Could not manage To get me some fucking help Pull the plastic wrap over my head; Pull it tight 'til i'm fucking d e a d. // bury me with my bottle of pins–– Capsule dreams i can snort In my sleeping head Don't need a map to home; It ain't hard to tell; 'Addicts' like me go to //////////////////////////////// F u c k i n g h e l l . If it came to it, i would sell your soul To give me my fix & makemewhole I'm to bury you 'neath my habits; I would do it, If i fucking had it. But I Tried to give it up, And now i'm alone. N o t h i n g i e n j o y I s E n j o y a b l e .