I had to open a door
It lead me to my own crib
A messy dustmite of confusion
I let you blind me to the truth
You only love me through one door
You can only love gassed on khat
Only affection I see is in a cloud of nicotine
A rush to your head and up we go
Its the only time you will show any affection
If only you can love sober and not when you're gassed
A loaded gun, or brain full of greens or useless toxic waste
If only your affection was sober