Three Day Night

One morn, after a three day night, I'm laid out non the floor, I think I hear a knocking, but I just can't reach the door. It's not that I don't feel good, I just can't feel anymore. There's that knocking once again get the Hell 'way from my door. Now I hear the phone ring, four times, and then the message, I listen to my own voice, that's such a funny thing. The caller is my boss, He's yacking on the line, wondering why I'm not at work, says this is the last time. One morn, after a three day night, I'm laid out on the floor, it's not that I don't feel good, I just can't feel anymore. "Last night" was such a blast you know, I'll never do that again, that is what I say each time, but the drug's my only friend. keeps me company all through the nights, helps me make it through the days, we've never had a single fight, I love her, count the ways. Whether it's a pill, a pipe, a needle, it doesn't matter anymore, as long as I don't have to feel, I'll even drink it if you pour. One day, after a three day night, I lay dead on the floor, it's not that I don't feel good, I just can't fee anymore.l