Junky - Symmetry

I grew up in Centerdale, sirens up and down the street

In the field right near my house, they were syringe needles at your feet

We didn’t know what the fuck they were back then, we were innocent we’d kick

'em around

At school we learned about things like that in a textbook like that never

happens

We’d be outside a crack house waiting for my friends brother to come back out

When he did his eyes were empty as hell like, his brain had a blackout

We’d be like 'Jay why you actin' weird?', he’d look up at the sky like 'Jesus

talkin''

An we just thought he was a strange person, because that shit seemed to happen

often

I was like 9, I was into the Beatles, my older cousin was into needles

Came outside in the middle of the night, with a gun to his head and a look so

evil

Screamin', 'Come watch the end' some shit I could not comprehend

And those are the things that come to my brain, when I start to think about way

back when

Junky

Where I come from don’t matter what you an addict from

Junky

Born with it in your veins, somethin' like knowing how to run

Junky

No thing you won’t do, for that one evil thing that owns you

Junky

When your reflection won’t look back in your direction

8th grade, I started smokin' marijuana shit had me open

I had friends who were lacin' with angel, lacin' with coke and lacin' with opium

Even though I had a head on my shoulders, I was guilty by association

That means when they sparked it up, I would stand for whatever man,

I didn’t say shit

I guess that I really couldn’t see back then, the monster inside my friends

They had no place to turn, that would feel as good as when the ember burned

What do you do when your best friend looks at you, an asks you you

'man do you trust me?

Take these mushrooms and you’ll just peek for a little

while, they won’t make you a custy.'

I saw fear in the face of a lion, I saw the end of space and time

I saw my friends for what they were, I saw Lucy in a sky with diamonds

When I came down I left the scene, but

My friends engine kept the steam

I hopped off at the railroad crossing and they rode on the American dream

Junky

Where I come from don’t matter what you an addict from

Junky

Born with it in your veins, somethin' like knowing how to run

Junky

No thing you won’t do for that one evil thing that owns you

Junky

When your reflection won’t look back in your direction

I remember my best friend, one of the very last times I saw him

Pulled out a bag of heroin, and line by line he built his coffin

I was so fucked up I went home, and locked myself in the room all alone

That’s when I first knew I was a junky, 'cos every time that a friend called my

phone

I would not leave, 'cos I needed to write

For me to make a song, I would bleed, I would fight

Up all hours, I would tweak in the night

That’s one thing that would made me feel right

My momma would ask me if I was on drugs, an' I said no but maybe I was

At the end of the night I was wide awake, with a pad an' a pen an' that was my

buzz

I stopped eating and talkin' to friends, when they spoke to me it didn’t make

sense

Maybe it was in my blood all along, or maybe I needed to feel like him

Eyes roll back in my head, take a deep breath then let go

Lose my fuckin' sanity, right about then, that’s when I know

Junky

Where I come from don’t matter what you an addict from

Junky

Born with it in your veins, somethin' like knowing how to run

Junky

No thing you won’t do for that one evil thing that owns you

Junky

When your reflection won’t look back in your direction