Climbing mountains slowly,
Garbage piles up at my feet,
Crumbling rocks tumble my way,
I've made a landfill with my own head,
So I know I've got power,
But not the power to say alive.

How do I do that?
I just want to get drunk,
To cry myself to sleep,
Swallow down a bottle,
And hope for the best of the worst.

It comes with the plastic that burns into my nostrils,
Why does every star fall into my landfill?
Shouldn't it stay where it was?
In the sky where the moon shines so bright.

How do I do that?
I just want to get drunk,
To cry myself to sleep,
Swallow down a bottle,
And hope for the best of the worst.