I should be at the top of the make it ******' stop list
but as usual
they have forgotten me until they want to call on me,
then they remember me.

I can't go out and it's Friday night
worked all week and I feel like *****,
going to take a pill or a bottle of ***
get myself kaylied and wait for the
Kingdom to come

we know that Jesus saves
but I hope he doesn't drink.

everything is so ****** endless
except for the bottle, we see our dreams in.

I'm tiring but still tied into the brickwork