The last title was too much

Laughed then and cry now, I ran out of energy/

But unlike Iran losing gas, its in an AA meeting/

More-so like a cemetery, faces had no symmetry/

the imagery was bleak,

whiff of bad coffee made me crawl back in my sheets/

 

lots of aspirin with no aspirations/

i guess i'm waiting for the inspiration store/

-to open their suicide doors/

so i can buy a bottle or 4/

its a quick trip for me, so i walk/

more-so stumble, fumbling with my keys on a rock/

thinking thats my door, why am i out past 4?/

better- more, i work with josh in the morn'/

the worst of the four/

unfantastic bore/

lore has it, he lost his mind/

in world war four/

thats how crazy he is/

spike a frying pan to ya dome, it is him/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

headaches after bingeing for days/

after spending some days inn, im dazed/ at

dave and busters/

 

 

 

 

No aspirations but to consume what would lead to their doom/

Mine too, not gonna act like I'm the new guy (true)

Hold my beer and watch my descend, my dependence on sin/

End on news like cnn, or let loose on noose like many men/

screws loose/

Real life is meant for fake people/ i observe and take in/

I Eat in and smoke out, problems watchu on bout?/

Ignore my ignorance, I'm just living in bliss/

Shit, it was worth a shot, as I pull shorts out my shirt pocket/

10 bucks in my wallet, but that's enough for now/

Maybe later I'll afford a Ford with suicide doors/

Take my life in style, write my note with a stylus on dashboard/