I do my own haircuts and step outside barefoot
To smoke my cigarettes I couldn't care less
What happens outside my little world
Because things are good now but won't be for long
I'll either be homeless or I'll get a job
But either way it won't make me happy
So I step back in and lay down on my bed
Nothing to do so I'll play games all day
Until one of my friends wants to hang out
Maybe it's band practice or I'll record stuff
Or go to a show or just hang with my girlfriend
She's my only partner who lives close
But lately anxiety is getting to me
I feel like a burden on all of my family
Or at least the ones who haven't cut me off
I don't know how much I like sober living
But they haven't tested me so I smoked some weed
And nobody ever found out
I've been clean for 3 months but I still feel like using
I know if I did then things would get just get worse
Than I have ever known
I guess it beats driving too fast on the freeway
Johnny Hobo max volume and screaming along
To drown out my feelings