Well these ******* naps have got me waking up drunk. Broken knuckles and scars I don't remember. So many days spent in a daze, Drinking and smoking haze. A complex distraction for a complex problem. It's killing me, I know, but maybe that's better than nothing at all.
How can you ask a self destructive mess to not be paranoid. All the nights I spend hating myself Analysis to a grand scale, of every miniscule detail. Every second of the sunset, every plant that grows I turn to dust. Why can I only ruin this paradise, Too late to save someone, too ****** up to let someone love me.
This is pain, Ruining my chances and knowing what I've done. Hating myself for the actions I do, and the things I don't say. Blaming myself, constantly.
But let's do another line, and wash it down with spirits, Drown them in substances and pretend we're okay until it kills us.