Just pass me one more beer
I swear this next one will be my last
I'm choking on the alcohol
but I'm tired of breathing the air from the past
and I just wanna get back to sleep
this south Florida air is just
a little too ******* heavy for me
and I'm lost
in a pile of stale cheap beer cans
but I swear the map outs at the bottom of this next one

laying here
I fall into a void
of endless possibilities
I'm not sure if I'm drowning in your eyes
or if I'm drowning in the OE
I'm pretending you're my sleeping bag
wrapped around me at night
remembering you're in every car
ignoring my thumb as you drive by

I wish I was a Christian I could confess my sins away
I wish that I was Jesus I could turn the other cheek
I wish I was an athiest and know that this is all fake
I wish I had another beer I just wanna get back to sleep

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I wish I was a Christian I could waste my life away
I wish that o was Jesus someone please crucify my
I wish I was an athiest I just wanna be happy
I wish I had another beer I just wanna get back sleep

i wish i had something better to write about
than me

******* feelings

the only thing in life
thats constant is change
what a drag

cause i could feel this way forever

i remember sitting on the lap of my future
as he stroked the lining of my waist

i remember the vast exhales
that tickled the hairs on my neck

i remember faint whispers in my ear
telling me everythings gonna be alright
as we played doctor in the dark

i'll miss the innocent smiles
sparkling ****** eyes
hope


but
i got no
cherry to pop
i was ****** from the start

i want to know
what i look
like in my sleep

snoring
kicking
stealing all the sheets

i'd watch the futile journey
to the cold side of the pillow
a hundred times over
and call myself a fool

and know why its important
to put yourself in
someone elses shoes

Chairs are just coat hangers
couches are beds
and clothes are just hand rags you wear

my cell phones just a flash light
and the shower is a neighborhood *****
bank
that doubles as a hairsalon

(so..
what the **** does that make me?)

wasted
turned inside out
      like a damp t-shirt drying in the sun
soaking up the
salt stained air

      whats left behind
and forgotten
while lovers
play naked on the shore

im just here to watch

denying
our impulses
-when it comes down to it
is
denying
what makes us
human