Are you alright?

As soon as the words were out of my mouth I knew I'd get no reply
It’s the first time I've seen you since last week
But you’re paler now and so is he
And if it weren't for the glassy eyed stares
And the needles burrowed into the depths of your blue tinged arms
I would have guessed you were in the grasp of a silent slumber

And I'm using up every ounce of denial on the finer details
Whilst the living junkie raids your kitchen cabinets
"They won't mind
They’re dead"
And he gets what he's after and is eager to leave
"In case the pigs get here"

But all I can do is watch the blue-bottle edge across your face
And I’m more horrified by this than the sickening color of your clear skin
Or the drop of half-dried blood that’s worked its way into your syringe
And what’s congealing at the corners of your once glittering eyes

And I'm with the junkie
So when you’re six feet under we’ll be flying high on your stash
But there’s no point in regrets
You knew the risks, we all did
Live fast, die young
Yeah, I’m alright, you?