Arthur Fonzarelli was a coke head

Nothing says I love you like a tattoo and some track marks.

You're not dying
You're just coming down
For the first time tonight
Your feet will touch the ground

Tonight I'll get no sleep
As your fever catches fire
There's desire in your sweat
For something stronger than love

Just to take the edge off
Just another tiny dot
That bleeds white and failure
From your ever-failing arm

Screaming in the corner
Burning from the light
In your dimly lit apartment
In your ever-fading life

Everything you ever loved
Shot into your veins
Balanced on a broken spoon
Just to numb the pain.