Where You Are

I'd be lying if I said I don't think of you,
Where you are and what you do,
You're probably gettin' high safely in the walls of your bedroom,
And working for your dad at the carnival I would assume,
Dating some tweeker, heroin addict, or stoner chick who has more enemies than friends,
You're lettin' your mom raise your son no doubt,
And not fighting to change anything with the baby mama,
Because if it ain't broke don't fix it right?
You're such a Libra.
A pacifist who knows he's shit but blames everyone else,
You're lying about everything to everyone,
Your grandpa would be ashamed,
Heroin is going to take you to your grave,
Or at the very least to prison,
Your mind is stuck in that of a 12 year old,
With the body of an almost 22 year old,
Which clashes just as much as your words do with your actions.
You have no friends, I bet.
In your ways you are set.
You are isolated and depressed,
And undoubtedly stressed,
Since everyday you dig yourself into a deeper hole,
The cycle continues,
Crave, lie, scramble, and then use.
And the golden rule USE BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY applies always.
By working your ass off, or mooching off people, or selling every GOD DAMN thing you own!
I know the drug is superior in your brain and has planted a world domination of sorts in your mind.
You can't see anything else.
Is there a good person beneath all the yuck.
I believe there is and you'll find him if you have luck.
Not just luck though but hard work too,
Because the only person that can save you from your addiction is YOU!
Will you do it? Your life will you save?
Is it possible? No, cuz you gotta be brave.
And you, sir who wishes you were madam, are a coward and have been since birth to you was gave,
Do you belong in my thoughts?
I know you don't.
But yet I still think of you and all the shit you put me through.
But the truth is I don't want to know where you are.
I don't want to see your blue Honda Accord on the road.
I don't want to think about you when I see minions or hawaiian things,
Or when I hear "Hey There Delilah" and think of the memories it brings.
Where are you? I can guess, but truthfully I don't care.
And if you want to come where I am you better not dare.
Stay where you are.
High.