Rebeca, Didn'T They Tell You I'M a Flintstone Kid?
Hey! I'm a bi polar mess.
I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins
I see why you love this bar.
My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids.
The drugs are free and I'll drink to that.
How could I be so criminal
This substance makes me sad and paranoid
Could this cause the death of the Opera
And if it all goes down hill I guess we could always
Throw our hands in the air and ride this out.
Baby, I'm sorry for causing such a scene.
I'm sure that guy wasn't me
I know I've been acting so obscene
I've been mixing uppers and downers
and it's kept me on edge.
I have her face carved into my eyelids.
A hearts nightmare every time I sleep.
I understand I'll stand alone
Idolizing something I know I'll never have.
And abuse substance more.
I don't want to get better alone.
My will power's low, my batteries dead.
You can be my witness, weakness, goddess
I could be your witness, weakness, Nitwit.
Until then I'll try to give up.
Hey! I'm a bi polar mess.
I ran out of Paxil and Klonopins
I see why you love this bar.
My friends and I snort cocaine off of trash can lids.
The drugs are free and I'll drink to that.
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