Under the Influence

I don’t know why I’m with her still She’s a craving I just can’t kill, She’s a habit I just can’t kick, I’m an addict – she makes me sick She burns like “China White” cut wrong, Harsh as schwag from an unwashed bong. As bitter as the cheapest beer, As gentle as pure Everclear. Her voice rings in my shroom-filled head She is the meth comedown I dread. She’s Oxy, fentanyl and crack, The monkey stapled to my back. The dragon I chased; she chases me – The best thing I could do is flee. But where could I in my hell go That she, my drug, would not follow?