Waste

You're the reason I'm not breathin' alone again chainsmoking this evening away all I need is nicotine caffiene and self-loathing to make-believe I'm fine the drugs make me jittery and the hatred is comforting I know damn well the answer's in the roots this is about me but this is about you So don't call me to check up it just kills me a little more and if you're so fucking worried why didn't you say something before? I don't need your sympathy to wake up on a floor I don't recognize you call it addiction I call it coping passing out each night hoping it ends before I rise I pray to god you never hear these words because you'll laugh and nothing's ever hurt me more than that.

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