The Rope

It's the same bed but it's not the same smell

It's the same loneliness but it's not the same hell

It's the same trash can but it's not the same trash

I'm at the end of the end of the rope

It's the same drug but it's not the same feeling

It's the same dealing but it's not the same wheeling

It's the same campfire but it's not the same ash

I'm at the end of the end of the rope

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on