I'm feelin' lonely
Somewhere in Jamestown
I'm fuckin' anxious, picking skin around my fingernails
Sixteen and coked up
Tryin' to find my way home
I built a compound
Trade it for a hospital
I'll take the long drive
I'll haunt the west coast
I'll bleach my hair and I'll pretend to be somebody else
Sixteen and coked up
Tryin' to find my way home
I built a compound
Trade it for a hospital
