Mania mimicking meth

I think I’ll finally die tonight

Chasing the breath of a dragon

Don’t tell them lies at my funeral

That I only just fell off the wagon

Tell the truth that the wagon was like legs 

And my life it’s been a bad one

I don’t want to continue this insanity

I can’t find a reason

I don’t have one

I’m choking on the baby’s breath

and my brother is breathing no more

I don’t care who I’ve been with

When I was born I was Born a whore

I did drugs when I was still sober

Because mania mimics meth use

So I started using to save somebody else

And I wanted to escape the abuse

I’ve died almost ten times now

I don’t know why I can’t ever stay dead

I leave part of me behind every time

And we do it all again

But what happens when what comes back with me

Decides that we’re no longer friends

No one here believes the hell that I’ve seen

But my death is where I find my best friend