Lyrics

Well I don't think I'm getting sober anymore
Cuz living with you I never felt like I wasn't high,
But god closed a window and locked your front door
Now there's nothing left to do but drink this county dry

I had a 90 day coin and I just spent it
No sense saving them up when I can't buy back your time
I got a couple old friends that I can catch up with
The only ones around that can use me on a Tuesday night

Looks like imma live alone
Heard it on the telephone
How expecting me to cope?
Without my methadone
Without my methadone
Without my methadone

Baby I don't know what sent you running
I was cleaning up so well I was almost starting to shine
I put all my faith in you, my higher power
All them baptists at AA say they'll die for my sins anytime

Looks like imma sleep alone
Since you gone and hit the road
Sobriety went up in smoke
Without my methadone
Without my methadone
Without my methadone

Looks like imma die alone
Dancing with Mr. Brownstone
Shot you through my skin into my bones
You're the only friend I known,
Down's the only way to go
Tomorrow I'll wake up on the floor
Without my methadone
Without my methadone
Without my methadone