When they first met, they were skipping cla** and smoking cigarettes Cigarettes, ooh-oooh They joked a lot, he sold some pot, before they shot up dope or even smoked a rock Smoked a rock, ooh-ooh Now she walks a bit behind him, itchin', twitchin', whinin', cryin' Crackheads in love, crackheads in love They were junkies in love Just some crackheads in lo-ove They were druggies in love Just some crackheads in lo-ove Started selling other things From coke, to meth, and then their mother's rings His brother's always covering He says that they're recovering Outside the bar again, breaking into cars again You don't know how hard it's been, arguing with garbage cans Everywhere she tags along, the bag of bones just drag along, until they're barely hanging on Hanging on Now he walks a bit ahead while she asks for change and cigarettes Crackheads in love, crackheads in love They were junkies in love Just some crackheads in love They were druggies in love Just some crackheads in love She was gonna be an actor, he was gonna be a rapper Happily ever after He was gonna be a rock star, she wanted to sing opera Shouting their proposals from the back of a cop car But who am I to judge? I've tried all kinds of stuff These sunken tired eyes have cried enough x2 Dreams sure were purty Now your clothes, they are all dirty Someone should have got involved, but no one did, no not at all x2