I heard about my voice on your answering machine   Telling you and the world   How irresponsible I thought that you'd been   Well, I was green   You poor, poor thing   But wait, I heard about you and another boy   A boy I know   Getting off   You were overheard   And you were so coked out      When feelings like those could be   So spontaneous   And so impure   You can finally recognize   That what you've held onto   Are grudges and growth and the need   To feel that blue   You were someone else   And you were so coked out      In retrospect, it's funny now   All the guilty through association   Doors being broken down   Unease in my hometown   While all around me   People traded people for something new   They were so untrue   And they were so coked out      Knives in the back just seem matter-of-fact   When it comes to you   You've got such a good heart   But when it comes to your art, you come unglued   With so much to give   You were so coked out   And I was green   You poor, poor thing