we must have smoked a thousand cagaretes in my tiny room at dawn. and as i light one up alone now. i breathe you in and you are gone. the waves crash. the wind blows. but something's missing. its no fun around here without your drugs. i change the channels all alone. at three a.m. there's nothing on. i fall asleep next to the phone. i cant believe the drugs are gone. and i cross off the days on my calendar until you're back again. i cant believe the drugs are gone. your face is burned way deep inside me. and at night its all i dream. we stare and kiss and laugh and talk. like some fifties movie scene. the days pass. the weeks go. but somthing's missing. life sucks these days without the drugs