I miss your voice before the emphysema/
before you hit that pipe that goes and stains your teeth up/
calluses from the frets of your guitar/
replaced by burns by cigarettes behind the bar/
And you would wake up with no make up/
And now we find you on the floor with your face caked up/
And, they say you look great/
they tell you what you wanna hear but never ever state what they should say/
nah they ain't your friends baby,you know it right?/
they just come around when it's not a sober night/
Lay up on your couch then they snort up all your white/
Which you bought from them come on miss, you know the type/
Never not around it so you'll take another hit/
With friends like that, I don't think you're gonna quit/
Just like the movies, yeah, you love that shit/
she's having too much fun I don't think she's gonna quit/

I'm thinking back to when you first started using/
and the way that you changed when under the influence/
how you pulled that dress off, I will admit/
you slimmed down, your lips smiled stained with tints of red/
while you move your hips now without innocence/
For men who sip cristal and dance with ill intent/
and that twinkle in your eye began to shine a different glint/
No longer impressed by the simple shit/
man, we used to watch flicks and blow herb/
late nights at your pad, just chill with no words/
and to top it off you were just as fun sober/
type of woman that i'd introduce to old earth/
Nowadays, you say I'm so boring/
And disappear into the next room/
Taste the drip while outside it's pouring/
And leave to find more people like you

Seems like you only hit up my phone/
To ask me for cash to get at that coke/
I gave in a couple 'cause I heard some talk/
when you can't afford the blow you settle for some rock/
I'm just a number you call when you use people/
And make em' justify the lesser of two evils/
Goddammit you've changed/
You've become so numb to the ones who cant handle the pain/
Of witnessing, your outward appearance/
reflecting your newfound habits and inner demons/
sunken cheeks that hardly contain your teeth in/
Baggy eyes that daydream of dreaming/
Paper skin and an open mouth that spits/
with a nerveless tongue speaking in broken promises/
They're still seeking a soul in all of this/
They still keep their hope but I'm not convinced/