I relapsed last night,
Now I’m lying on the beach.
I spent all my money,
The bottle’s just out of reach.
Heading up the highway,
Dana Point to Laguna Beach.
You can walk 100 miles
On spiking dopamine.
Sing a song for summer, for the 23 blues.
I’m shy, and I’m high, and I haven’t a clue.
Sing a song for summer, for the 23 blues.
Step into my lair,
Let us try something new.
Then I take the next flight
Back to New York City.
Forget mom and dad,
I’m on a manic spree.
Smoking spice with the Bloods.
Run away from the Crips.
I think I’m gonna die,
But it’s a schizophrenic trip.
Now I’m locked up,
I’m institutionalized.
Roaming these halls
Like I’m Gandalf the Wise.
Sobriety is a must
To break maniacal lies.
Six months without a home;
Broken dreams, terrorized.
Sing a song for summer, for the 23 blues.
I’m shy, and I’m bi, and I haven’t a clue.
Sing a song for summer, for the 23 blues.
Your door is wide open,
The time has come to step through.