Tin Man

Most people if their lucky die only one death
it seems I died a little every time I used crystal meth.
Quickly wearing myself out with the binges I went on
my hectic like soon resembling a tragic trithilon.
Riding a bike for miles and running from the cops
swimming in a river of tears, for meth I pulled out all the stops.
Nothing like an iron man, more like rusting tin
always peeking out the curtains waitng for the cops to come busting in.
Going on these missions I really should abort
while I am missing in action whose holding down the fort?
Feeling rather sickly I was no man of endurance
the smartest thing for me to do? increase my life insurance.
I really didnt care if I saw tomorrow
and found it quite amazing living on time I borrowed.
I was really quite the weirdo acting so pathetic
and if death came knocking on my door I was ready to lay down and let it.
-Santacruz-