Greg "Grey" Perkins - Junkie Lyrics

My childhood friend is a junkie. Can't get away from his monkey
Going down hill so fast he'll be dead by June
Lonely days spent searching. While his pains never stop hurting
His paradise rushes in and out pukes his pain, once again

Blame yourself
Blame the world crashing down around you
But don't try to understand
You'll never know one way or another
And soon we'll all be done in for sure

Some would like to join him
They say their lives are boring
They equate the boring and the dead as one and the same
Such a shame
I'm not a junkie
Never feel that funkie
He may say were the same but a drink and a smoke doesn't seem insane
Hit me again

Got a letter he was dead. His mother said he was sad
More than sad, it was warm up the arm but cold to the head, so glad
Take a pill if you're angry or if you're wrong or you're hungry
You can kill yourself right away or just wait until the end
It's all the same