Go to hell??
It's really nice this time o' day
Would you follow me?
Don't think so...

I can go down there
And return in one piece
And learn new tricks to always win

Going to hell
Once again
It doesn't hurt anymore

The problems at your bedroom side
The crazy calling up at night
The way you talk to move your hands
The way you slither up the sand
Hissing and sparkling
Like the man outside your door who wants a piece of you

Dear God just make the thoughts stop please

I let my heart
Become the canvas
I let my blood
Become the ink
I let myself
Write your name on every page

after a while the caffeine grows weaker, the cold splash of water grows warmer, and the sunlight grows darker.
things change for the worse all the time.
and one day I realized that I was no exception.

Including the hangover,
                                       that's two wasted days.