How Come and Why Rehab

How come
Everything good goes to bits
How come
Everybody wantin' me to quit
And why
Is it that only the good die
And why
Do I gotta always get high
How come
Everything good goes to bits
How come
Everybody wantin’ me to quit
And why
Is it that only the good die
And 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