Some people cut
Other people burn
When I'm stuck in a rut
It's the bottle I yearn
I could just as easily smash it then bleed
But that 's not how my demon likes to feed
I like to suffer by getting out of my head
Forgetting my identity and falling in bed
I get low by feeling real high
A mask of myself
My night is a lie
I have a little flashlight
Sometimes I search for truth
But my battery is dead
and my sight left with my youth

Is it possible to throw-up an entire year?
I'd do it
Taste aversion would be helpful in the future.

There are so many in the world who suffer
Whose lives are broken, bitter, rougher
Who are forced to grow up quicker, tougher
They aren't just in the ghetto
They aren't just in the boonies
They are all around
like oxygen
All these people trying to begin
again
And maybe if we could unplug our earbuds for a minute
and plug them into their hearts
we would listen
and we would know
and we could hug
and we could donate our shoulders
and our hands to hold
To people who suffer, the young and the old
Then they wouldn't feel so lonely,
Cuz they would hear our hearts too
and we could sit on park benches and know it was true.

Hands on my body
No resistance or judgement
Just let it happen
like a wave in the ocean
and some are calm
and you see them coming
feels like a nice buzz, or better a humming
And others crash and hurt inside my head
Like my alarm clock next to my bed
Wake up, before you fu ck up!
but too late
my clothes, on the ground
and my dignity is missing
still hasn't been found.

Let me tell you what I've learned about toxicology
My life is toxic and I owe it an apology
Peer Pressure?
Whats that?
Like an invite to get ****** up with friends?
Oh, you should resist that?
I always remember once the night ends


But not much else

I'm broke and I've been broken
Like an arcade game that won't take your token
I take vacations in my mind
Go on dates with myself
I'm the best match for me
I'm on the highest shelf
I can't fix you
No tools
Only super glue
So get it line and wait a few

I’m a slave to this typical college lifestyle
Wake up each weekend awaiting my trial
Who am I what happened to that pretty innocent girl
So full of life, so friendly
With hair with a curl
The second that bottled touched her lips
Started a marathon of morality trips
That kiss of death once foreign and strange
Is the ******* father of all of this change
Im angry but lazy a toxic combination
And I’m friendly and familiar with this typical situation
I need help, guidance, a hand to pull me out
I’m drowning, I’m losing the worlds longest bout