It's another one of those nights
anxiety reaches new heights.
Pound back the bottle and try not to start fights.
Split the blunt, if you don't roll it, I might.
Hold me tight
Remind me what it's like
to feel right
I've lost sight
of where I'm going
The hardest part is not knowing
I wipe off the mascara,
though my pain is still showing
But no one is there and no one really cares.
I'll just pack up and go somewhere.