Twenty seven club is coming up I'd worry they'd take me out But fame isn't looking to erupt. I'm just the one who kept breathing fine, Walked out of the hospital too many times, Too many times. What's the point, I'm searching for purpose I'm looking for someone to say that I'm not worthless Stuck pouring from a mangled mind.
I drink too much caffeine, Keep wearing my skin so thin They wonder where my bones have been. Here's my thoughts I jot to sleep Here's the beep that wakes when morning creeps. ****, my mind's a cloud in weightless air, Floating up to know why I'm here.
They want a story, here's a life Pull back my layers and read the chapters The television pollutes the ones it captures They asked where's the rapture? Sir, we are our own rapture. Look at the mess we left after. Leave this mess for a generation after.