The Drugs Don't Work

all this talk of growing old
it's getting me down my love
like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
i know i'm comin' down
and i hope you're thinking of me
as you lay down on your side
now the drugs don't work
they just make me worse
and i know i'll see your face again
now the drugs don't work
they just make me worse
and i know i'll see your face again
but i know i'm on a losing streak'cause i passed down my old street
and if you wanna show, then just let me know
and i'll sing in your ear again
now the drugs don't workthey just make me worse
and i know i'll see your face again
'cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, i'm coming, too
just like you said, you leave my life, i'm better off dead