asking you to quit is like talking to a clock telling time to stop I know you won't and it hurts me to know that I'm right about that because it's time that you don't have at the rate you going it won't be long lost & found not where you belong you have a home you left behind out there trying to find a high that gone bring you down so low I have to fall in a hole and roll around in dirt to reach you but that's something I won't do your graves dug for one not for two