The drugs don't work.

Drugs will chase you wherever you go if you've ever tasted them. Drugs will make you turn yourself into something you would have never imagine you could be. Something strange, something dark. They're so addictive you go mad when you don't have them. Sometimes you think you're done with them. But some old drugs rebirth inside of you.
Just exactly as you do.

And I hope you're thinking of me as you lay down on your side. Now the drugs don't work, they just make you worse. But I know I'll see your face again.
Cause baby, if heaven calls, I'm coming too. Just like you said, you leave my life. I'm better off dead.