Bag Of Pills

You want it
I can feel it
got a bag of pills
I've been dealing

so I can take you drinking
don't tell me about nothing
we'll get high and talk until morning
and you can catch me sleeping

and all I need, well I don't want
and all I love, now it's all gone
to my head

hail, Jesus
can you save me?
I guess that you're busy
I guess we're all busy

I remember when you told me
If I believed I'd never be lonely
I think you were lying

and all I need, well I don't want
and all I love, now it's all gone
to my head

life I don't want it
It's so easy to die