Theres so much shit in my head it's rediculous.
i sit here in the dark and pick dust out of the hairbrush.
because i cant think of anything better to do.
because i hate myself, and i dont want anything better to do.
i dont want to do anything.
beaten and bruised, dont know why i always want to drink.
you know your fucked up when you want to drink and you shake without it.
my heads so fucked up, it's filled to the line, maximum capacity in the club.
wanna set my mind on fire.
wanna smoke it.
dont wanna think anymore.
cant afford to drink anymore.

cant afford myself, or you.
were bleeding ourselves dry, i dont even bleed anymore.
dry,dry,dry, dont cry.
or if you want to, go ahead, i dont give a fuck.
i dont want to give a fuck.
dry dry dyr, my mind is dry.
my blood is dry, and so is my mouth.
coughing up the rock, thats all i can smell.
it's all i can taste.
i dont care.
im awake.
and im alone, and im always the last one left.
fuck you.
fucking fuck you.
it's alright with me i guess.
i dont need anyone.
anyways.
my heads such a mess and you dont seem to think it's so bad.
so self-centered.
thats fine, i dont want you to understand anyways.
i guess that would just be to fucking close for me.
i cant drink...i just cant drink.
YES I CAN!!! I LOVE BOURBON!!!
even though the stomach pains are excruciating.
.my mouths so dry.
coughing up this fucking death.
oh well, fuck it.
were only gonna die.
I want pancakes...