The drugs don't work - Three Days Grace

All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down


And I hope you're thinking of me

As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But I know I'll see your face again


Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But 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

But 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


All this talk of getting old

It's getting me down my love

Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown

This time I'm comin' down


Now the drugs don't work

They just make you worse

But 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