I clung desperately to my purse,
Protecting my precious, my world,
You see, sir, I was the worst,
Without my pills I surely would hurl.
My purse housed my treasured child,
A piece of me I could not live without,
If lost, I’d go mad, I’d turn wild.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?” I’d shout.
I had once loved my dear baby,
I promised I would never leave,
Demons had threatened me, maybe,
What could I possibly achieve?
But then I found a new lover,
A man who made my heart smile,
He gave me time to recover,
He longed to walk me down the aisle.
But I could remember the feeling,
Of my small, smooth leather bag,
I put an end to my healing,
“I don’t fucking need him,” I bragged.
A year later I found myself back,
In the very place I once slept,
Holding my small bit of smack,
I saw my reflection and wept.
So, tell me what kind of person,
Can give up a man for a fix?
My addiction surely had worsened,
He had fallen so hard for my tricks.
Then there came the day when I saw him,
My heart, it fluttered and flew,
The drugs made me look so damn slim,
He shot me a look and I knew
I am a big fuckin’ loser,
I know I deserve no devotion,
I am also a big fuckin’ boozer,
Who lacks empathy and emotion.
So I cradle my purse in my arms,
My first true encounter with passion,
My beloved could do me no harm,
But it was time for me to cash in,
He found me with my head smashed in.