fuck day six

when i pissed a perfect rainbow

and aced every drug screen

i needed help, so i called up this old skinhead

lisa brownley's old boyfriend

noah levine

he had a place against the stream

and he is a punk from santa cruz

a buddhist with a jewish name

how could i ever lose?

he'd give me a bro rate at a AAA discount

if i checked into his mansion

and paid the right amount

getting clean in seven days sounded pretty good

in a gentrified hipster neighborhood

they told me my addiction wouldn't be too hard to fix

what they didn't tell me was about day six

fuck day six

the guy who searched through all my things

was a producer jim goodwin

i giggled cuz he missed my two milligram strip of suboxone

he said "this isn't funny big mike

this is serious detox"

i said "i'm laughing cuz your hand was inside one of my jerk off socks"

my semi private room smelled like rubbing alcohol

so i wore a leather blindfold and a latex camisole

two days later when i woke up

i was in such a good mood

cuz i was three days clean

and on tuesdays nights they serve mexican food

i never tried to quit drugs or hang out with buddha before

but after four or five days i had no urge to score

i thought i kicked ass on the narcotics

but then i woke up as a toilet on day six

fuck day six

day six can suck my dix

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