Maybe me calling my problem a problem is the problem.

Cynicism is just a word
Disillusioned with the era of mankind
Ever seeing evil amongst the land
With tales of war and destruction
Without a handshake or hug to boot

Cynicism is just a word
Coiling the fabric of relationships and heartbreak
Burrowing further down the rabbit hole
Brimming with doubt and desire
Yet never dispelled

Cynicism is just a word
Portrayed by the immorality of office
Lies and Deceit become honesty
As love and passion, forbidden
And without the seed to grow

Cynicism is just a word
No
No
No
No
A way of life

and if words could dream
they would spend each night
yearning for a way
to justify how deeply
I love you

Today, I had more calories
in my beer,
than in my meals...

But who’s counting, right?
(me)

afraid to live,
afraid to sin,
afraid to drown
in a bottle of gin.

There’s a little bliss in this bottle
It’s hiding near the bottom
If I just... if I just keep drinking
Maybe I can find it...