re: Songs with dark, but profound, lyrics

One recent entry, Willi Carlisle, When the Pills Wear Off:

Father forgive me for what I have done
Drove 200 miles for six inches of love
And he shined like the neon in the town’s only bar
Slick as the needle and slim as the scar
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them

Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines

But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
They say I’ll get over him I just need time

I think Jesus sent an angel, stuck needles in his thigh
And the old freight trains, they whistle and whine
They shake the whole damn house, like we did when he was alive
I lost friends to heroin, plenty more to lovin’ them
Strung out on the highway like we couldn’t read the signs
Now that I am older and burn a little colder
I know how to read between the lines

But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
Mother don’t ask me the things I have done
It’s selfish to fall for yourself in someone
I know that I want him and always will
I don’t think he could have known that it was fentanyl

But the only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off
And what I called a love affair
They say was a death of despair
The only time I get these guilty thoughts
Is when the pills wear off