Blow

You clear your nose

It's as white as the snow

And then it hits home

You're doing blow again

You're standing at my door

You just picked up a score

Trying to pull yourself together

You don't know me at all

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars

Your mental health's

Becoming an issue

Your sister called

And she said she misses you

But time has passed

And you've moved on

You're looking for love

In a place where you belong

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars

We were in the streets

We were fucking in cars

You were calling other guys

From the back of the bars