Wreck-age

I take a look around me and it makes me mad
Another friend of mine in rehab
Try to pull himself from a plastic bag
He’s callin’ from the Halfway House he says he’s doing fine
Says he got himself out just in time
Says his friends woulda let him turn blue and die

Someday becomes yesterday
Your life goes and crawls away
You gotta take it on the Black Train, Jack
You can’t even feel the fire burnin’ your back
Her boyfriend left her broken and alone
She took some pills and crawled to the death zone
Her mother found her just in time
She strapped to a bed in psych ward doin’ fine
Aww girl, what happened, what happened, what happened to you
What’s goin’ on? What’s goin’ on?