All I do in life is long for something that can't be fulfilled. There is no answer to the questions; no filling the void. The girl I miss would be of no comfort if she were in my arms tonight. I would just be uncertain about something to do with her, wondering if I'm really happy with her; and the truth is I wouldn't be. When is it going to be my time? It's coming one day anyway, and I see no difference whether it comes today or in 40 years. I will not be fulfilled or happy in this life. That is a plain fact. Music, drugs, self-reflection, friendship, family, work, relationships - all these things leave me wanting more, needing more. God is no longer something I can believe in. I desire more regardless of what activity I'm engaged in. Connection is fleeting, never truly attainable. When is my time? I'm as ready as I'll ever be. When is my time?

I can't handle you, girl,
as we go to town,
I can't
You're too much
Just too, too much for me
As I let out this breath all at once
in an exhalation of anxiety,
you ask if I'm okay
Yeah, girl,
I'm so much more than okay
I just wasn't prepared for this today

No raw rock voices
Of broken men with life
I can't hear you right now
You're too much of my story

But I will get lost in you,
techno;
Your monotony makes me forget me

You told me I made your list;
your list of who you'd pray for
the rest of your life
I made the list, man
What did I do to earn it?
I was a good kid
with a little problem,
and then it lead me to divorce
Were you praying then, man?
Was I still on the list?
And tonight, as I cry for a girl
I haven't been with for a year,
am I still on your list now?

This is a tribute to you
The one who took me for a ride
From where I was
To the the rough waters beside
You taught me something new
We ****** rocked and rolled
A woman who needed to be taken
By no means ready to be a bride
But if I had made you one,
What a one you would have made
Wild on the inside
Taste like you've never seen
Zeppelin, Lorde, Bud Select
Or whatever's free
Pick you up and put you down
As you look into me
What man could pass you by
Once you've given yourself away?

So Papa wants to buy me a headboard
My favorite man
A good, good man
When I make love here
On this bed
How can I wrong any woman?
No
I will have to be good here
I will have to be myself

What do you mean,
Why am I on drugs?
I don't do this to hurt myself
I do it to survive