HE SERVES ME

He walks up and serves me
A stranger who has never heard of me
Maybe he doesn't care that I'm an addict
But he knows that I'll do just about anything to have it
Last week I paid with a hand full of change
You may call it strange 
I've sold my car and gave up everything I've owned
I gave up my home
In my phone he's listed as "my connection"
But we are two different people meeting up just to go in two different directions
Maybe he doesn't care that I'm sick
Maybe he doesn't care that I feel like I'd die if I don't have it
I'm on the phone with my kids while their crying
"Everything will be okay!" but I know that I'm lying
I'm nodding off behind some supermarket 
Wondering why the hell I ever started 
Maybe I just don't care to survive it
Maybe I just don't care if I die from it
Because I'm meeting back up sometime tomorrow 
And I'm searching through my phone looking for some money to borrow
And maybe it's all from those sins of my past
But I know If I die I will be free at last
Free from the pain behind it all
Because I'm standing there looking like my life has no more time behind it all 
I'm on the corner pacing 
Waiting while my mind keeps racing 
Is there really a cure for this?
I'm dying inside because I feel that I need more of this
A pain never deters me
Has me waiting until he serves me!