Pest

I gather up my trusty drugsPlan my night To get high I hope and pray that I will dieI wish I could just fly Maybe then I would be fineId just pick up and fly awayLeave behind all this painNever once look back againGo to see all of my friendsBe a happy man again I would fly around the globeSeeing Greece, Australia, and RomeSeeing all the things I long to seeSeeing even you and meseeing all the things I loveThen once my long long trip was doneI would fly into the sunAnd leave behind everyoneI would just have lived the lifeInstead I just sit and waste mineThe best thing I Could ever doIs stop being such a pest to you.