That familiar place inside of myself. / A ball of excitement and hope / At the bottom of my stomach / That scares me. / Hoping that I can survive another run out there / Considering throwing my life down the drain once more / Thinking in my twisted head, / Only of the fun to be had. / What the FUCK is fun? / I'm talking about the drugs. / I sold myself, / For drugs / I'm scared to go back to nothing / Reservations