No, the drinking ain’t a social thing
Considering the silence is defining
So keep pressing my mind for a bell ring
Whatever the hell that really means
Fit another dose into the schedule
Right up until it’s consumed my soul
Stuffed mouth ‘til it hurts when I’m full
All syllables, the argument controlled

Every unwritten page wasn’t meant to be
No matter how hard you still believe
Tear the blank page half way through
And still has no effect on you
I know you’ve put your heart in this
But this outcome was always ****
Why be upset about their mind in the bad?
Never wanted that heart in the positive

I’d call the drinking a social thing
But lately it’s when I’m most quiet
Please jog my mind for a bell ring
But isn’t our silence most violent?
Fill another dose into the schedule
Until it becomes the next regiment
Fill the void ‘til it hurts when I’m full
Every syllable in an argument

The taste is fun and it feels sweet
It coats a nightmare with a dream
And how I think becomes a story
But pages can be torn to nothing
The future is blank with a purpose
So tell me what the hell comes next
I’ve got less worth, I’m not worthless
But getting dangerously close to it

The less I think
The more it feels normal
Passing through life
Issues feeling formal
I respect my brain
But not this time, I let it go
And close my eyes, when times feels slow

In the roaring twenty’s
In my boring twenty’s
I keep seeing glory
But still I keep snoring
So whose fault, is it really?

I’ll take one more nap
When my brain gets bad
The story has capped
With a curtain call clap
These dreams are silly

I held the keys to the jail
Stole them from my cell
Between Earth and Hell
That’s where I’ve felt
Paint the gold a silver
That’s why the mirror hurts
I’m not worthless, but I’m less worth