I heard about my voice on your answering machine Telling you and the world How irresponsible I thought that you'd been Well I was green You poor, poor thing But wait – I heard about you and another boy A boy I know Getting off You were overheard And you were so coked out When feelings like those could be So spontaneous And so impure You can finally recognize That what you've held onto Are grudges and growth and the need To feel that blue You were someone else And you were so coked out In retrospect, it's funny now All the guilt through a**ociation Doors being broken down Unease in my hometown While all around me People traded people for something new They were so untrue And they were so coked out Knives in the back just seem matter-of-fact When it comes to you You've got such a good heart But when it comes to your art you come unglued With so much to give You were so coked out And I was green You poor, poor thing