How Come and Why

How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
I travel on rainy roads 
and hydroplane through life 
knife marks on my back 
behind my eye's the strife 
feel like the last domino in the row 
when will I fall? 
like "Knife", belly up to the bar 
I don't care at all 
try to stay between the ditches after last call 
blurry sight 
I'm not right 
it's me I fight 
might win, might not 
might live, might rot 
I float above kites 'cause it feels like the right spot 
my brain is shot 
all my circuits are shorted 
all the blotter I dropped 
the white girl that I snorted 
when I could or couldn't afford it 
my man said there was "no way out" 
put a piece in his mouth 
put a hole in his head to let his soul climb out 
I can't go that route 
I was born a fighter 
symbolism is a [bad word]  ain't it? 
it get's deeper 
I had a dream about the Grim Reaper 
he had a beeper 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
Surrounded by stripper and drunks 
drug-addicts, geniuses and punks 
and I'm the mental patient 
been asleep for a month 
see no good at all 
find me in the house bumpin' classical music 
starin' at the wall 
winter, spring, summer or fall 
all you have to do is call 
but I ain't pickin' up the phone 
no one else can say "goodbye" when I'm alone 
he's a full-blown manic depressant with pain to kill 
the only peace I've ever known was in a pill 
so I say ill 
suck it up 
no one can feel me 
if you tell me that you love me 
I think that you want to kill me 
so I change my name to "Mr. Apathy" 
any why 
'cause I don't want to deal with anything 
I run from demons with medical names 
sleep in the trenches of the nang? 
and gang-bangin' my brain 
while I'm changin' lanes 
looks like it's to late 
I don't deal with the depth I feel 
I isolate 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
What am I to do in a world full of sin 
inside bubblin', turmoil within 
medicate self 
the head starts to spin 
was I born to lose 
it seems I'll never win 
I look around 
I've lost all of my friends 
looked down upon by all of my kin 
can't smile 
all I can give is half a grin 
guess I'll drink and just play pretend 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to quit 
any why 
is it that only the good die 
any why 
do I gotta always get high 
How come 
everything good goes to bits 
how come 
everybody wantin' me to q