i'm counting every sin and trying to drown my pain in benzos and cocktails and it never really fails. no one else has noticed i'm never on time. i'm always alone or on my phone. my speech a little slurred and the roads a little blurred. i cover up what i'm feeling with meds meant for healing. my intentions are clear but the end's kinda near. all 'cause i ended us. i'm okay though. i swear.