LYRICS : Bill Wilson

All my junkie friends are getting straight jobs 

Trading in their hearts for second place 

Everybody on this planet is lost 

I feel like Bill Wilson broke my legs 

Oh my darling how come you look nervous 

Is it 'cause my lips are turning blue 

I can tell that you don't think I'm worthless 

I wish I could think the way you do 

I don't want to party anymore than I have 

I just want to make it 

In your world 

Make it in your world

Everyone says I should get a sponsor 

Someone I can call on everyday 

Tell him everything that I've been thinking 

Throw my poison flowers on his grave 

It's been so long since I've made a meeting 

Cause they always say the same thing twice 

I guess I would rather just be myself 

Instead of always trying to get nice 

I don't want to party anymore than I have

I just want to make it 

In your world 

Make it in your world 

In this room the wheelchairs are on fire 

People here are made of ice and salt 

Raising hands in brave communication 

Breaking over what the public thought 

Afterwards we count our time like money 

Holding hands in circles made of prayer

When you're with them you feel like your family 

But when you're gone it's like you were never there 

I don't want to party anymore than I have 

I just want to make it 

In your world 

Make it in your world