Sinking / Dripping in drudgery and drinking ..
You..  
Away..  



/ I don't drink but that sounded cool to say /
You've infiltrated my soul with hate /
and now I'm left wondering what's my fate?  /
Gradually letting go of my grace/  
as I flick the ash from my blunt on the ash tray / ..

Carried out and falsely branded now /
by the words that stained the air after coming out of your mouth /
Leaving and letting go of how it all sounds /
cause "I'm not winter or summer but autumn after the leaves fall out ? " / right?  Cause thats what it feels like when the cards are laid down / and your behaviour starts to get faul / after I call you out  /
It's all a cycle of immaturity and toxic chaos ,no doubt / but you can't leave me, now? Can you ? /
You'd hate to feel man handled and strangled by all THAT sadness.