She wrote me a song to save for a rainy day
But the chords that came out all faded away
She sang a tune of respiratory depression
A ballad of succumbing to the spirits succession
I tried to vibe with her life to little or no avail
But after a shot or two her mind set sail
For a vacant space on the astral plain
A world where her vices didn’t need to abstain

I was just a fellow passenger on this ride
Addiction is a nice way of saying you’ve lost your mind
But don’t we all lose it from time to time?
It’s the only way to make our highs seem more sublime
She was drunk off love like it came in glass
Little did she know these feelings don’t last
The sickness in her stomach was a symptom of the past
That she tried to run from but not so fast

She wrote me a song to save for a rainy day
But the chords that came out all faded away
She sang a tune of respiratory depression
A ballad of succumbing to the spirits succession
I tried to vibe with her life to little or no avail
But after a shot or two her mind set sail
For a vacant space on the astral plain
A world where her vices didn’t need to abstain

Her heart was a chamber filled with denial
Chained to the wall like her spirit was on trial
Time in time out, she was the pinnacle of doubt
Getting drunk off Grey Goose until she blacked out
I asked her where she got the sores around her mouth
She said she was “just trying to get by downtown
But five dollars will only get you far these days
Especially when you’re itching for a lasting fade”

She wrote me a song to save for a rainy day
But the chords that came out all faded away
She sang a tune of respiratory depression
A ballad of succumbing to the spirits succession
I tried to vibe with her life to little or no avail
But after a shot or two her mind set sail
For a vacant space on the astral plain
A world where her vices didn’t need to abstain

At the age of 23 she contracted AIDs
From a drunken night spent in downtown LA
With a guy who got more for than what he paid
I know her story is already sounding cliché
But she still hasn’t hit the bottom of that bottle
She’s still drinking her tequila shots full throttle
You think she would’ve learned her lesson by now
But what has she got left to care about?