My baby he don't act like himself no more
he lost that smile i used to adore
he spent his nights slapping his veins
he lost that glow he used to have in his face
empty burned bottle on the carpet
my baby lying beside it
tin foil and melted sugar everywhere
he said his provider was his
pharmicist friend Ben
i swear i'm gonna kill him because
i swear i'm gonna kill him because
because
the poppy took my baby away from me
my baby used to repeat the news
and now he talks about dragons on the walls
he used to love german expressionism films
now he drinks until he falls
i was confused
didn't know what to do
so i called his mama
have her come on over
she got him off the ground
started slapping him around
and as she cried she said,
