Too Much

i’ve had too much of something

or maybe not enough

my reality is itching

but i won't scratch from that stuff

i think about the want and need

i think about my addicts greed

i know where this is trying to lead

and in the past i would concede

i’d let it take me i'd let it break me

and once more i’d watch me bleed

somebody else’s too much could be

someone else’s not enough

getting it is way too easy

leaving it is very rough

i've had too much heroin

but not enough to overdose

not much of a human anymore

just another skinny ghost

i've had too much amphetamine

my nights and days don’t end

that can be handled adjusted and such

but the wounds it makes won't mend

i’ve had too much lsd and mushies

may have burned some holes inside my brain

a habit unlearnt to which i returned

a pleasant role for which i was rigorously trained

i’ve had too many prescription pills

there was a time i rattled whenever i moved

uppers and downers mandies and roofies

they helped me to find my real groove (or so i thought)

i think i may have drunk too much beer

my gut hangs over my pants

i haven’t seen my dick in months

every piss now is a splashy surprise

i think i might talk way too much shit

i get told to shut up or fuck off quite a lot

i know it’s all spraff but they get all naff

and all those things that i haven’t quite got