What Would I Do With Drugs

WHAT WOULD I DO WITH DRUGS i would paint mountains keep 'em high i would climb falls keep 'em low i don't wanna see you go i don't wanna lose control i wanna hear you call again, and again, and again, i fall burst a hole through that wall i don't climb walls, i crawl i know you can feel music course through your body, too good, gah, i miss yah if only i had telepathy i no longer have a use for this voice and these words, on empty sheets empty streets, between the sheets love is a lie, i know i stole these words from a song and i can't come up with anything better when every breath i spit reminds me of wasted nothings