Unbeknownst to him, the fix was in for the card game
His opponents had stacked the deck and bought the dealer’s conscience
Once the hand was dealt, he didn’t even look and went all in. They all smiled as they joined him.
He revealed his cards with his right hand and his gun with his left. Both gave him the win
Why should he be tortured because of his desire to have all the things
And not be able to have them because they cost too much?
Not that he was going to let that small problem stop him from getting his fix
This safe, though…
Finding all the things that are wrong can be depressing
It can make you want to just throw everything out and get something new
X that idea out, sit down with your list, start at the top and rebuild it and make it yours
The gavel came down hard.
Reverberating the verdict through Max’s soul
If he could go back and fix things he would
Almost anything that is. He would still have knocked Cindy up
Leaving her prego would suit that bitch well
Always wanting some more
Doing whatever it takes to recapture that feeling
Doesn’t last nearly long enough anymore
Instead life crashes in, bringing the darkness and sickness
Causing me to doubt I can survive this trip
Till I take my next fix, but it never cures my brokeness