The drugs don't work...

All this talk of growing old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
I know I'm comin' home

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down your side
Now the drug's don't work
They just make me worse
And I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
And I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again