A never ending itch I can only ever start to scratch Scared of being scared, Like backing out of a suicide pact I surround myself with people who don't know any better than me A sea of others gasping for air - The only place I've ever learned to breathe I numb myself to their level Until a comfort washes over me Surrounded by unlocked minds, Tying mine down to feel free I'm drowning in an ignorance While my best friend eats his LSD He says I'm trying to run away By rooting here, like a tree
A map unfolds the way I think I'm supposed to take Yet I'll just lay here all day Until fate shakes me awake
I'm over this, but I can't get out Loosen the ego in oatmeal cream stout I'm over this, I can no longer get lost But I'm already here,
so I'll do my best
No matter the cost
'All I want is for everyone to go to hell It's the last place I was seen before I lost myself all I want is for everyone to come to hell there we can be free and learn to love ourselves.' - Mr. Buckley