These Drugs
Baby Queen Lyrics


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I don't wanna do drugs anymore
If you saw me through the eyes of a bathroom stall
Your skin would crawl, I'm high
But I am not a sycophant for a good time
I only wanted to escape my mind
For one night, know what happiness feels like
But the nightmare I'm ignoring is darker in the morning
It's a Band-Aid on a broken arm
It's a siren sounding out alarm
A fucked-up version of self-harm
And it's louder than a cry for help
When I destroy my mental health
Because I don't respect myself

Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is cry
Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is cry

I don't wanna go to bed alone
So I let another stranger take me home
I drink to numb the pain
And you would do it too if you were sharin' my brain
Everybody that I love gets hurt
And I'm learning to believe that I just deserve
The demons I'm ignoring
And the regret in the morning

It's a fucking domino effect
A prison cell inside my head
A trauma that I can't forget
And it's louder than a cry for help
When I destroy my mental health
Because I fuckin' hate myself

Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is cry
Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is
Cry, cry
I only ever
Cry, cry
I only ever
Cry, cry
I only ever
Cry, cry
I only ever

Damned if I do and bored if I don't
And I should get clean again but I won't
I told you that I don't need help
Because I lie to myself
I'm damned if I do and bored if I don't
And I should get clean again but I won't
I wanna be someone else
Because I'm scared of myself
Sometimes I'm scared of myself

Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is cry
Every time I take these drugs to pick me up
All I ever do is
Cry, cry
I only ever
Cry, cry
I only ever
Cry, cry
I only ever




Cry, cry
I only ever cry

Overall Meaning

The song "These Drugs" by Baby Queen explores the theme of using substances as a means of escape and self-destruction. The lyrics express the desire to escape from one's own mind and find temporary happiness through drugs, but also acknowledge the darker consequences and regrets that come with it.


The opening lines, "I don't wanna do drugs anymore, If you saw me through the eyes of a bathroom stall, Your skin would crawl, I'm high," convey a sense of desperation to break free from the cycle of drug use. The singer seeks to escape their own thoughts and emotions, seeking solace in substances.


The lyrics further delve into the self-destructive nature of these actions. The lines "It's a Band-Aid on a broken arm, It's a siren sounding out alarm, A fucked-up version of self-harm" depict the temporary relief provided by drugs as a mere temporary fix that ultimately exacerbates the existing pain.


The chorus repeats the idea that every time the singer turns to drugs, all they end up doing is crying. This emphasizes the emotional toll and lack of fulfillment that comes from relying on substances for escape.


The second verse introduces another aspect of self-destruction, as the singer admits to engaging in risky behaviors with strangers and numbing their pain through excessive drinking. The lyrics suggest a sense of self-blame and a feeling of deserving the pain and consequences that come their way.


The bridge, "Damned if I do and bored if I don't, And I should get clean again but I won't, I wanna be someone else, Because I'm scared of myself," reflects the internal conflict within the singer. They recognize the need to break free from their destructive habits and seek help, but fear facing their true selves and the challenges that come with it. This highlights the complexity of addiction and the struggle to let go of self-destructive behaviors.


Overall, "These Drugs" portrays the anguish and inner turmoil of someone caught in the cycle of substance abuse. It explores the desire for escape, the temporary relief provided by drugs, and the subsequent regrets and self-hatred that arise.


Line by Line Meaning

I don't wanna do drugs anymore
I have reached a point where I no longer desire to consume drugs and substances.


If you saw me through the eyes of a bathroom stall
If you could witness the state of my life and the struggles I face, you would understand my pain.


Your skin would crawl, I'm high
The reality of my drug-induced state would repulse and shock you.


But I am not a sycophant for a good time
Contrary to popular belief, I am not seeking drugs simply for pleasure or enjoyment.


I only wanted to escape my mind
I turned to drugs as a desperate attempt to temporarily escape the torment within my own thoughts and emotions.


For one night, know what happiness feels like
Even if it was just for a single night, I longed to experience a semblance of happiness and contentment.


But the nightmare I'm ignoring is darker in the morning
Unfortunately, the reality I am choosing to ignore and escape from becomes even more harrowing and distressing when the effects of the drugs wear off.


It's a Band-Aid on a broken arm
Using drugs is merely a temporary solution that fails to address the underlying issue, comparable to placing a small bandage on a severely broken arm.


It's a siren sounding out alarm
The act of consuming drugs serves as a warning sign, alerting me to the fact that I am in a state of danger and self-destruction.


A fucked-up version of self-harm
In a twisted way, indulging in drugs is my own form of self-inflicted harm, causing damage to both my physical and mental well-being.


And it's louder than a cry for help
The detrimental impact of drugs on my life shouts louder than any plea for assistance or support.


When I destroy my mental health
Through the use of drugs, I am actively contributing to the deterioration of my mental well-being.


Because I don't respect myself
My lack of self-respect is evident in the choices I make, including resorting to drugs as a means of escapism.


I don't wanna go to bed alone
I fear being alone with my thoughts and emotions, driving me to seek companionship even if it means engaging with strangers.


So I let another stranger take me home
In my desperation for company and connection, I allow unfamiliar individuals to transport me to their homes.


I drink to numb the pain
I turn to alcohol as a way to dull and suppress the emotional pain I experience.


And you would do it too if you were sharin' my brain
If you were burdened with the same thoughts and emotions that plague me, you would likely resort to similar coping mechanisms.


Everybody that I love gets hurt
The people I care about tend to suffer the consequences of my actions and my inability to properly care for myself.


And I'm learning to believe that I just deserve
I am gradually accepting the belief that I somehow deserve the pain and turmoil that I bring upon myself and others.


The demons I'm ignoring
I am actively avoiding and suppressing the inner demons and struggles that plague me.


And the regret in the morning
In the wake of my actions, when the intoxication fades, I am left with overwhelming feelings of remorse and regret.


It's a fucking domino effect
The negative consequences and chain reactions resulting from my drug use continue to accumulate and escalate.


A prison cell inside my head
My mind has become a confinement, trapping me within the destructive cycle of drug addiction.


A trauma that I can't forget
The experiences and traumas associated with my drug use haunt me, refusing to fade from my memory.


And it's louder than a cry for help
Similar to before, the destructive impact of my addiction overshadows any plea or desire for assistance.


When I destroy my mental health
My continued engagement with drugs serves to further deteriorate my mental well-being and stability.


Because I fuckin' hate myself
My self-loathing is a driving force behind my destructive behavior and the ongoing abuse I inflict upon myself.


Damned if I do and bored if I don't
Regardless of whether I choose to indulge in drugs or refrain from doing so, I find myself trapped and unsatisfied.


And I should get clean again but I won't
Although I recognize the need and potential benefits of seeking sobriety, I lack the willpower and determination to do so.


I told you that I don't need help
I have asserted that I can handle my struggles on my own and don't require any assistance or intervention.


Because I lie to myself
In truth, I am deceiving myself by denying the extent of my struggles and the necessity of external support.


I wanna be someone else
My deepest desire is to shed my current identity and escape the pain and turmoil that come with it.


Because I'm scared of myself
I harbor a profound fear and insecurity towards my own thoughts, emotions, and destructive tendencies.


Sometimes I'm scared of myself
There are moments when the intensity of my self-doubt and self-hatred is overwhelming, leaving me terrified by my own existence.


Cry, cry
My primary emotional response to the pain and struggles I face is crying, a physical manifestation of my anguish.


I only ever
In all honesty and truth,


Cry, cry
I only ever


I only ever
I only ever


Cry, cry
I only ever


I only ever cry
I solely express my pain and despair through tears.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Written by: Arabella Sarah Lennox Latham, Daniel McDougall, Edward James Carlile

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