At least it’s not drugs

Verse 1

It started with a tiny pot,

just a prickly little thing,

now my house is full of needles,

it’s a cactus-growin’ fling.

They’re lined up on my windowsills,

stacked up on the rug,

I tell my worried mama,

“Hey, at least it’s not drugs.”

Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,

the green and desert sand,

got a shovel in my truck,

and a trowel in my hand.

They call me crazy,

but I just give a shrug,

I could have worse habits,

at least it’s not drugs.

Verse 2

My friends all roll their eyes

when I bring a new one home,

a golden barrel, jumpin’ cholla,

I just can’t leave ’em alone.

I name ’em all like children,

I treat ’em just like pups,

my girlfriend left me mutterin’,

“Man, enough’s enough…”

Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,

the green and desert sand,

got a shovel in my truck,

and a trowel in my hand.

They call me crazy,

but I just give a shrug,

I could have worse habits,

at least it’s not drugs.

Bridge

Now there’s one in the kitchen,

and a couple by the bed,

one on top the mini fridge,

one where she used to sit instead.

Yeah, I miss her some on Sundays,

but I still ain’t givin’ up,

this little cactus habit

beats a whole lot rougher stuff.

Final Chorus

I’m addicted to the spines,

the green and desert sand,

got a shovel in my truck,

and a trowel in my hand.

They call me crazy,

but I just give a shrug,

I could have worse habits,

at least it’s not drugs.

Outro (spoken)

Now if y’all excuse me…

Lowe’s got succulents on clearance.