Strung Out On A Song

Leaving deep ellum made a hundred dollar bill Cheap hotel and a little gas enough left to drink my fill I'm digging deep and i have been all along Checking doors I've closed just a picking through the bones Do i go back to my foolish ways where i don't belong Or bring back my wickedness just to point out all my wrongs Maybe it will come maybe its long gone Write it all in blood so Im strung out on a song Red wine sunset and weary bloodshot eyes I stare into my memories how they fade in time I think Ill cross the Jordan and get to the other side Have a look around see what words I find Do i go back to my foolish ways where I don't belong Or bring back my wickedness just to point out all my wrongs Maybe it will come maybe its long gone Write it all in blood so I'm strung out on a song Its darker days Its poetry gone wrong Its a price that's paid To be strung out on a song