Before moon comes out to show Lack of progress I think I'll get drunk Could make better decisions Life is easier to flunk
I look down, hide my shamefIul eyes Heart lays in the dirt Wrung out, tossed aside like trash Can I run from this hurt?
I placed expectations high In the wrong box, the wrong shelf Cannot disentangle, stuck to my mistakes Try but fail to fix myself
**** it, I am gonna get high Life too short to live sober, full of sorrow Rather die tonight with smoke in happy lungs Than survive an endless number of substance free tomorrows