I need to be Superman

I've been Smoking heavy,

I've been Drinking heavy,

Sleeping a lot lately and I think I'm starting to hate me,

I've been Working barely,

I've been Sober rarely,

Bank accounts empty and I don't care really,

What the fuck is with me, Better sort some shit out,

Better call my dealer and smoke till I pass out.

So help me god,

So help me please,

Let me change the way that I put my mind at ease,

Trying to reason the recurring reason,

Why I can't stop burning trees and,

Season on season i stair at the ceiling and,

See exactly what the fuck I'm seeing,

I need sexual healing,

I need passionate feelings,

I need to wake the fuck up, stop rolling this green up

stop doing shots of tequila, stop worrying about Katharina,

Gotta get the fuck out,

Gotta trip the fuck out,

Gotta step the fuck out,

Gotta grip this fucking handle and fathom the responsibility

that comes with the ability to make choices that concern the future infinitely,

Reinstating a state of complete passivity,

What have I done lately thats a fucking mystery,

I hope its time to set the sinners free,

But aren't we all trying to escape?

Oh maybe thats just me, no more friends, no more dreams,

Just got some weed ... Maybe a gram of E

Thats just me,

The conscious-stricken introvert Thomas B,You know me,

You must know me,You don't know me?

I don't know me

Wake up and smoke a 20's do some half-ass'ed work and then call up Eric,

Drinking wine out of a pint glass,

Don't earn money so this cant last,

Living a live I'm that I'm embarrassed, of.

 

 

Trying to work out the difference, trying to make sense of decisions,

inference suggests that recently i've been strapped of religion,

Backpack full of dirty clothes and a mind full of reminiscing,

Only feelings I'm feeling are the ones from distant evenings,

with people who don't give a fuck about me anymore, they don't wanna get involved,

I used to be the revolver, but now i need to evolve.

 

Evolve backwards is evlove so please love me forever

if I make it through.

Tuck in my laces and where stone faces because thats what

gangsters do.

 

Cus thats what gangsters do,

 

Call it a falsehood, Tell me these days I'm not acting how I should,

But I can't find a reason or feeling to stop smoking weed and,

The trees are teasing me when I'm too baked to see it,

They're laughing at me I can feel it,

 

Lost in a life of hallways full of open doorways,

Step right through and find my silent soul weeping always,

I look lost in my eyes, Don't need time to remind me,

Forgot what I was dreaming of and right now thats just fine by me.

 

Need to escape these lands, climb out with my two hands,

Reach for that motherfucking sand,

On the bay of a beautiful beach,

I need to be superman.

I need to be superman.

I need to be superman.