I want to climb back into the womb
And so do us all

We try to find a way
And try to delve in
***** first
Obviously not with our mothers
That bag has already been opened
And the contents turned sour
Long ago

So we find other ways
To numb out the pain of living

Any means will do

It could be the sweet nectar of alcohol
Or it could be the rush
Of class A, B, or C drugs
Or it could be sacrificing your soul
For little versions of you
As nature intended

But all the above
Can only do so much
And I sometimes have to contemplate
Quite seriously
Suicide
To get me through many a bad night
When the beer doesn’t settle
Just right