I feel tense around you, but
Don't feel bad cos I'm always that way
Can't do shit without a bowl in hand
Or some metal in my arm
I can't do shit on my own
It's pretty sad, but I swear I'm getting better
Clothes are filthy and bills go unpaid
I'm my own scarlet letter
It's damn cold in January
In the north east
Can't seem to bundle up enough
Trying to score down in the cut
Why bother, why bother
I'm done beating myself down
Time to catch a ride back to town
Fingertips are violets
That spring out of my mits
Where the fuck is the 67 now?
Even my bus can't commit
I would kill for a hit
I would kill for a hit
Acquit
Acquit
Acquit
