[Verse 1]

Washing Mary's dishes in her little kitchen

Don't wanna admit it but her microwave freaks me out

Yeah, it really really freaks me out

Spiraling back in the saddle of addiction

Damn, this cold is bucking my skinny ass around

Skinny ass around

[Chorus]

Getting frailer every hour

Taste buds tossing, turn so sour

Waking up on sweaty nights

On a Thursday, half past ten

[Verse 2]

Back in at the race track, I want to paint it black

But I gotta get home before I lose sight of myself

Yeah, before I lose sight of myself

Everyone's a winner 'til the line gets thinner

Skipping out on dinner before you say that the rights are sold

Yeah, before you say the rights are sold

[Chorus]

Getting high off a flower

Extracted diluted powder

It's all natural when it starts

Die in another shitty car