Vagrant - Inclination

It’s like drugs have become your source of self-esteem

Practically made a pact to never get clean

Chased that rabbit down in a hole

Sunk in your fucking soul

Point that finger at me when you feel the loss

When it’s you alone who put your drugs between us

Setting your whole life ablaze between a drugged out haze or alcohol-fueled rage

Constantly treading on thin ice crossing everyone in sight without thinking

twice

You’re a true craftsman in the art of wearing out your welcome

A drifter for a modern age

I think that it’s about time you went on your way