F'acing That Void
General Electrics feat. Maroons
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The problems of addiction
For some can be different
Different people
But for Jolene
I'ma break it down like this
See, it started when she was an only kid
Four, five, six, wouldn't she noticed it
That look of surprise up in her mama's eyes
When she smiled wide-eyed as that fire hit
And the way that it fed all the tiredness
Right after it starved all the wiredness
And the crazy shit that jumped off the issues
That jumped up when Jolene lighted it
And the way she always was hiding it
To herself and others, denying it
Even after the doctors had told her to stop
'Cause it was robbing her soul, and she'd dial it
But she cursed them all and their holiness
Called 'em frauds, practicing phoniness
So she'd lay in her bed, smoke, feeling her head
Curled up with a little ball of loneliness
Even tried to pick something new to get
Something that's a little less obstructed-ish
But when she felt the seed of that need
Her mind, it got greedy, she gave in and nourished it
Told herself that she loved all the flourishes
And the people around her encouraged it
So what the heck, another one to the neck
And got more depressed, losing control of it
Facing that void
You know what I mean?
Facing that void
Like this
Jolene's usage got rampant and out of control
The fix, it was worth all her money and gold
The anesthetic for her problem in a singular dose
And without it, she was doubting she would ever be whole
The amount she used to take would just make her feel cold
It wasn't enough now, what she needed was more
It had been a long time since she'd gotten some clothes
And the drain on her pockets, it was starting to show
And her eyes and her sockets, they were starting to bulge
All the muscle tone gone, just skin and bone
And she'd talk about the same old rigmarole
Any given time, break out shaking and jones
Strange stories about her begin to be told
'Bout what she would do if she wanted the dope
Even her friend said she's at an all-time low
Lost her job, her dog, then lost her home
Last time that I seen her, she was all alone
So high that I thought she could probably have flown
She recited some weird, strange, haunting poem
Then laughed at a joke that was solely her own
I had to walk away, leaving the girlie alone
'Cause I knew her type, that same zombie clone
Hope she finds what she's looking for
And fills that void before her mind is gone
Facing that void
Facing that void