How Come And Why

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

I travel on rainy roads

and hydroplane through life

knife marks on my back

behind my eye's the strife

feel like the last domino in the row

when will I fall?

like "Knife", belly up to the bar

I don't care at all

try to stay between the ditches after last call

blurry sight

I'm not right

it's me I fight

might win, might not

might live, might rot

I float above kites 'cause it feels like the right spot

my brain is shot

all my circuits are shorted

all the blotter I dropped

the white girl that I snorted

when I could or couldn't afford it

my man said there was "no way out"

put a piece in his mouth

put a hole in his head to let his soul climb out

I can't go that route

I was born a fighter

symbolism is a bitch, ain't it?

it get's deeper

I had a dream about the Grim Reaper

he had a beeper

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

Surrounded by stripper and drunks

drug-addicts, geniuses and punks

and I'm the mental patient

been asleep for a month

see no good at all

find me in the house bumpin' classical music

starin' at the wall

winter, spring, summer or fall

all you have to do is call

but I ain't pickin' up the phone

no one else can say "goodbye" when I'm alone

he's a full-blown manic depressant with pain to kill

the only peace I've ever known was in a pill

so I say ill

suck it up

no one can feel me

if you tell me that you love me

I think that you want to kill me

so I change my name to "Mr. Apathy"

any why

'cause I don't want to deal with anything

I run from demons with medical names

sleep in the trenches of the nang?

and gang-bangin' my brain

while I'm changin' lanes

looks like it's to late

I don't deal with the depth I feel

I isolate

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

What am I to do in a world full of sin

inside bubblin', turmoil within

medicate self

the head starts to spin

was I born to lose

it seems I'll never win

I look around

I've lost all of my friends

looked down upon by all of my kin

can't smile

all I can give is half a grin

guess I'll drink and just play pretend

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

How come

everything good goes to bits

how come

everybody wantin' me to quit

any why

is it that only the good die

any why

do I gotta always get high

I got to always get high to survive