Call It What You May

We're all addicted to something
that one Those few vices, you know?
Of course you do, even if you won't admit it.
You know the one - the one that makes you feel something.
It's not only an escape we seek
We want something to run towards as well.
In a place with so little to give, we take what we can
He wants to stop but doesn't know how
He thinks the things we enjoy will wreck us all
I don't care. It's all I had anyway.
Leave me with the paradise of my powder
Euphoria of my injections
The highs from my smoke
The smell of our choice medication; self-medication
Back and forth he goes
Should I? Shouldn't I?
Tonight? Shall I inhale the smoke?
Should I let the speed run through my veins?
Will I feel the tingle of blow on my gums?
Could play that game and feel no guilt:-
Button, button, who's got the button?
I say fuck what they say
Does it make you happy?
Of course it does
What do they do for you anyway?
This struggle consumes him
Don't give him that look.
For you are no better than he
We all choose our own adventure
(I remember those books as a kid)
Ah yes, when life was simple and
The world was something grand.
I know better now.
I found what takes me away from the ills life passes on
Why don't you?
If it's not something, it's someone and you know it
We laugh at people like you
Those who don't understand
You who don't see -
The very thing you rely on,
Someone else is judging you for.