All my junky friends are getting straight jobs   Trading in their hearts for second place    Everybody on this planet is lost    I feel like Bill Wilson broke my legs    Oh my darling how come you look nervous    Is it cause my lips are turning blue    I can tell that you don't think I'm worthless    I wish i could think the way you do.      I don't want to party anymore than i have   I just want to make it in your world      Make it in your world.    Everyone says i should get a sponser    Someone I can call on everyday    Tell hime everything that i've been thinking    Throw my poison flower on his grave    It's been so long since I've made a meeting    Cause they always say the same thing twice.    I guess I would rather just be myself.    Instead of always trying to get nice       In this room the wheelchairs are on fire    People here are made of ice and salt    Raising hands in brave communication    Breaking over what the public thought    Afterward we count our time like money    Holding hads in circles made of prayer    When your with them you feel like your family    But when your gone It's like you were never there