Looking back on those days when I didn't have shit. I would sit, all alone in my mom's basement. Looking for something, just to get me through. Light another cigarette as I drink while I drink my brew. And kick back, smoke a little hash, snort a couple lines to get me back on track. Forgetting to blink, It's so hard to think, I just wanna write but my pens out of ink. Surrounded by thoughts, that keep getting tossed. Still trying to remember the one's that I lost.