I feel everything
Well only sadness and pain
And it’s wounded so tightly around me
I can barley breathe
It’s so suffocating
And I’m so committed to misery
I found myself proposing on one knee
She laughs and says no
Because she’s been with me before I was a teen

Im finding less ways to cope
Maybe I should feel up a shot glass
And throw a couple back
Until my vision becomes out of focus
And let the brown liquor
Run dangerously free
Like the migration of locus
But even then
Will that take away the hurt
I should knock back a few more
Until my stomach swells
And every sound rings in my skull like a bell
Maybe I shouldn’t stop
Until each step becomes a challenge
And even if I’m standing straight up
I still feel off balance
But you see I don’t drink
It’s hard fighting the demons now
Just one sip and I wouldn’t have the strength to keep them down

Ok forgot the sip
Maybe I should match it up
Would getting high
Help me hide what I feel
Because if it will
Maybe I’ll roll it up
And get lost in the clouds
And chock on the smoke
Forget the cup it always burn my throat
Yes maybe drugs will help
I should smoke until my eyes get low
And until there’s no more left to pull from
It’s a dubbie a roach in my hand
But I have connects
So I’d always have an endless high
How many hits would it take
Until my memories vanish and erase
How many blunts in a day
Until I can’t remember what’s hurting me today
Tell me is smoking the answer
The thing is I don’t smoke
So what should I do
I don’t have a clue