Bad Magic
Does it feel so bad when you're taking a drag
And when you're looking at the world with dying eyes?
When you stare at it dead and you're giving it head
And all those things you say you love never come alive
If it feels so bad, bad magic playing off of me
Oh no, I don't wanna be your friend
Bad magic laying into me
Oh no, I don't wanna hear it again
When you get so high that you're wanting to die
But everything around you is turning green
When you're getting so low
And I know you've been feeling like a dried out leaf in a summer breeze
I don't like it getting back
Back on track, get off of my back