21 Nights

21 nights on the road.

but don't misinterpret, I'm not doing shows.

I'm not on a tour bus, I'm walking the streets.

the pavement is stuck to the bottom of my feet.

I have no where else to run.

there is nobody else to love.

there is nothing else to give,

no more push and shove.

all the trust was spent.

all the pain was flushed,

in my veins.

but now I'm lit.

yeah.... now I'm lit.

now I'm homeless, no reason to live.

now I'm hungry, not too proud to beg.

cuts and bruises, tracks on skin.

why did I do this to myself again?

lord, why did I do this to myself again?

21 nights on the road.

I have lost myself, 

I have lost my soul.

I have lost my friends,

I have lost my love.

I have lost the only one that I trust.

I don't speak to god, 

i've been gone for 3 weeks.

runnin the streets, hiding from police.

hiding from my loved ones, 

wishing I was deceased. 

praying to god this is the last one that will put me out my misery.

21 nights on the road.

blisters on the bottom of my toes.

my skin is sore, my bones are hollow.

the only thing I dread is waking up tomorrow.

I relapsed, and I won't stop now.

once I pick it up I can't put it down.

I will keep on going, yeah by any means.

when I was a kid I never expected to be a dope fiend.

but here I am, there I was.

heroin, cocaine and angel dust.

this is me.

this is what I choose,

and I've spent 21 nights living the drug addicted blues....