Snoqualmie - McCafferty

Addicted to meth in the fall

Your brother OD’d when we went to the mall

Counting my teeth as they fall

You were spelling my name from my molars and canines

I’ve got an addiction to this

A fish on the hook who can’t get off of it

Take a hit

See my mom when I trip

She said «If I die, I die, I die, I die»

I see needles in arms

Fire in bones

You know I

Still see you in my room

When I close my eyes

See needles in arms

Fire in bones

And you know I

Still see you in my room when I close my eyes

So you cut yourself

And your parents saw

Then you ran away

Trade your soul for a soul

Sell your body off

For a pill or two

Come on baby

Come on baby

Lets go get high in my room

Now you’re moving in

Where the devil lives

He’s a charming man

But there is evil in him

Never on his good side

Always on his bad side

Wish he wouldn’t hurt you

Wish you could reverse time

I see needles in arms

Fire in bones

You know I

Still see you in my room

When I close my eyes

See needles in arms

Fire in bones

And you know I

Still see you in my room when I close my eyes

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You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything

You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything

You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything

You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything

You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything

You’re not a bad dad

Just a lost one

You got consumed by depression like your own son

Insecure, are the things in your brain

Never follow through on anything