Bikeage

Running out of time again, Where did you go wrong this time? When your problems overwhelm you, Go get drunk it's party time. Take a quaalude, relax your mind, Relax your body tool. Run from problems, but you'll never get away, No one loves you, and you wonder why. Sitting there with your mouth full of beer, Your eyes are glazed, your face is red, Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm, Selling your body for another fix, Who's gonna pick you up and take You home with them tonight? Running out of breath again, You're an old maid, you're only 15 You're already losing your little girl's charm, Cry all night but you'll never get it back, Don't be afraid, it's not too late, Save yourself, I need you here. Wearing off, wearing out, I can't think about it, cause it makes me sick. Sitting there with your mouth full of beer, Your eyes are glazed, your face is red, Who's gonna pick you up and use you for tonight? Not me, not me And when you're on the streets with a needle in your arm, Selling your body for another fix, Who's gonna pick you up and take You home with them tonight? Not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me, not me