The thoughts in my head. Visions I dread and monsters under my bed. The things I see cloud what I could be. I can't run. I can't hide. Suffocating in my mind. Ideas I amuse and temptations I abuse. I'm stuck in this dream. But so are you.
If I had a tongue I would speak And If I had eyes I'd seek. And If I was able to lounge. I would no longer have to scrounge. I'll stay around, until the day I can honestly say that you don't hurt me anymore.
Buzzing like a bee. This alcohol causes me to flee. Clears all that I can see. All that I could be. And I'm know longer in need. I don't mind what you choose I'll just sip on my *****.