Song Description
A Song about the dangers of dependency. The narrator is recounting memories as he recovers from a relapse.
| Song Length |
5:25 |
Genre |
Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Quiet, Miserable |
Subject |
Addiction, Heartbreak |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Strained thin for weeks, I thought we'd never speak. While you were off with him I made some new friends. It started kinda slow, with things you used to do. By now I've tried it all, and it's kinda outta control...
Samantha hold my hand I'm coming down and I cant stand the way you look at me. I guess i'm sick again...
You sat curled up on the bed, said I was killing your best friend. I just sat on the edge, my head hung down again. I'm sorry it came to this, I just can't make it fit; the pieces of my life, and all of this wasted time.
Samantha hold my hand I'm coming down and I cant stand the way you look at me. I guess i'm sick again...
Took things you said not to, flipped out and blew a fuse and now I hope that I can sleep. I messed myself up pretty bad...
When I dry out I'm takin off, I cant watch you watch the clock. I'll have about a day, to see if I'm still alive...
Stay away from that shit, you were right I never knew. Thanks for being here, and helping me get through. I guess the drugs and alcohol don't make the artist after all. It's the things you go through, that dictate what you do.