It's the music, the alcohol
it's my situation won't improve

it's vices
it's smoking bidis
it's coughing from addiction

it's having talent but no outlet
emotion without expression
it's wondering if it's depression

it's insecurity
it's am I happy
it's advice when only I am me

it's drinkin brew
things I thought i knew
downing downers to cheer me up

it's a powdered nose
secrets no one knows
gambling with tomorrow

it's waiting tables
it's sore shoulders
it's scowling behind a smile

it's lifting weights
it's bad first dates
limp from drinking from the bottle

it's my ex lady
it's lusting
it's wanting what's in the past

it's a broken car
it's public transit
it's fearing that I am them

it's lovers cheat
talk is cheap
promises wash off my bed sheets

it's my breaking point
this broken joint
trying to calm my loathing

it's the ecstasy
that only fixes me
for one pill at a time

it's the president
pay the rent
work and school until I'm spent
never sleep
no cash to eat
feed my heart
with dreams I never see
holding on and letting go
walking fast and running slow
out of place
out of patience
job ******* placement

alcohol and strippers ****
dignity and throwing fits
trying not to slit my wrist
when everything comes down to this
moment
and I miss

it's insanity
everything all around me
it's me