​withdrawal ​

Vodka and Chapstick
Razorblades and cocaine line the table
But it's never enough for you still I'm here
Piling narcotics into your body, yeah
Blood on your mattress
And X's along your wrists
And I'm unable to ever get through to you
And I'm sorry withdrawals are killing me too
But I don't think that you've got it in you
You're falling apart in that pale blue
Light you see on my nightstand
Reminding me that my right hand's gone and
Now I'm falling apart without it
Gone and now I'm falling
Apart without you here

Oh without you here