The Drugs

And in the end
calculations are made,
money is counted,
worth is decided.

Options have to be weighed,
"Quit the drugs
or I'm leaving you"
Another plate breaks.

The drugs, they are
expensive.
So is she.

She makes me feel,
the way I want to feel.
And so do they.

In the end,
I know she's the only
reason I exist.

And they only reason
they do, too.