Jam that needle in your vein, Blood is in my sink again, Well I don't wanna know what you had to do, To score the skag that's killing you You're dead to me, You're just a ghost, I'm haunted by the empty host, I'm waiting for my friends to die, I prefer like you're not alive Don't call, I'm not home, And I don't care if you're alone, This time you're on your own All my friends are fucking high, Waiting for their turn to die, I see the scabs and I see the veins, Don't tell me about the pain, Punk chicks are turning tricks, On Capp Street to score a fix, Twenty-five going on sixty-six, What is it baby? What is this? Don't call, I'm not home, And I don't care if you're alone, This time you're on your own Don't call, I'm not home, And I don't care if you're alone, This time you're on your own You're on your own, You're on your own, You're on your own