Work in progress

How I've come to the point where I'm drunk and it's still light out

How I've come to the point where imagination can't help me out

I need some medicines but I wanna drink, so I choose to drink

How I've come to the point where I'm leaving 'cause I'm not living

 

I'm so sleepy but I can't sleep 'cause it's the middle of the day

I've got shit to do but beer keeps on getting in the way

I can't breathe but I'm sober so I can't tell you, jeez,

I think I went too far this time

 

But too far is never too far until the toast at the next party

why can't I keep my eyes open, man , I feel like there's no time

Tell my mother and my father that a hatefuck never made up for the lies

How could they think that it would even possibly create a healthy life

It makes a fight in the same body, feeling like I've lost somebody

but I was always a nobody