I'm a "knew it all",
who grew to fall.

Stalling out
when duty calls,

I doodle all
my plans on napkins
then I go and lose them all.

Thats what happens
when I mix jack with,
pills that make me moody y’all.

Benzos and some ***** calls
Calling back, to re do it all.

I'll teach you real mistakes,
it took a couple takes

to make me see
the weight of hate and
and lose it all.

if only…

it’s only..
after we lose everything,
that we’re free to do anything,

and many things sound
better than
the petty things

that I’ve seen
especially,

people with no heart or brains,
just a love for testing me.

My patience is so thin,
that I think it needs some bread to eat.

Waste is such a sin, going for the dough
I'll hold out until the death of me.

I’m hungry to the 10th degree.
Motive fueled by debt that needs,

attention.
I’m like dead at sea,

and set to sink.
So I’ll swim to stay afloat

like a shark, I’m stuck
in motion and the pace of the flow, oh no.