black out
I just vomited all over my hand
Reach towards the back of my throat searching for some kind of relief
Laughing as the vomit drips from your mouth and your hand slips off the wall
Leaving criptic messages on peoples voicemail because your to much of a pussy to do it without that bottle
Now you sit on your computer, unable to comprehend how it came to this ending
Unable to figure the things you'v done, the things you've allowed
Just wishing you could black out
Choking on that acidic taste lingering in your throat
you imagine picking up that phone, dialing home
"mother dearest, it's not ok. Their all so fucked, it's all decay. Why do I keep walking, throwing myself to the wolfs? Let me cry on your shoulder from a satellite away, transmitt me the love that I can't seem to find. Whats that you say, "just keep going, shrug it off, tommorow is a knew day" Mother dearest I don't care, another day is another bottle.
I'm stuck
I'm so fucking stuck, I don't know what to do
I wish I could hate you all, but the truth is I'm human, and I need love just like the rest, not that I'm getting it. passed over, for your problem, your headache, the triteness that occupies your life.
Jumping off bridges with a sign taped to my chest that reads "oh don't mind me, I'll clean up the mess I leave"
LAUGHED UNTIL IT DIDN"T HURT
HUGGED THAT BOWL,
FINGER DOWN THE THROAT
LAUGHED UNTIL IT DIDN"T HURT
mother mother, tell me a story, the one about that prince. He wore that crown made of gold. The likes of which you;d never scene. A pure meld of the finest grains. And one day they came for him, stole him away from his mother. They took him to a land far away, and locked him in a tower. And there he stayed for the rest of his day, to wither away behind the bars. But that crown, it never left his brow, and he would stare out the bars at the land below. He would smash his head on them, day and night. All the people in the countryside heard the sound, and remarked, it was the most beautiful thing they'd ever heard.
So I will pass 0ut in my bed, longing for the absolution that only slumber can bring. Drifting away to memories of the joy from laying next to you. When the colors were still blue and orange and red. Not a deception of what was once so clearly defined. Longing to be back in that state, when the rain would fall and you would feal at peace. Hiding under blankets and the world was yours to make.
Not this.
Not this.
you will wake tommorow, what will be new? whats going to push that threshold?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THEIR FOR YOU TO LOVE
TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO
not this
not fucking this
that vomit lingering in the back of your throat is burning
did you smoke that whole pack of cigarettes?
Toasting that cop as you stumbled by.
your pants are soaked from laying on the ground
that dirt smirk on your face sais it all
GOOD FUCKING NIGHT
I wish I was lying next to her, hearing those words, living that purity.
fuck off
Reach towards the back of my throat searching for some kind of relief
Laughing as the vomit drips from your mouth and your hand slips off the wall
Leaving criptic messages on peoples voicemail because your to much of a pussy to do it without that bottle
Now you sit on your computer, unable to comprehend how it came to this ending
Unable to figure the things you'v done, the things you've allowed
Just wishing you could black out
Choking on that acidic taste lingering in your throat
you imagine picking up that phone, dialing home
"mother dearest, it's not ok. Their all so fucked, it's all decay. Why do I keep walking, throwing myself to the wolfs? Let me cry on your shoulder from a satellite away, transmitt me the love that I can't seem to find. Whats that you say, "just keep going, shrug it off, tommorow is a knew day" Mother dearest I don't care, another day is another bottle.
I'm stuck
I'm so fucking stuck, I don't know what to do
I wish I could hate you all, but the truth is I'm human, and I need love just like the rest, not that I'm getting it. passed over, for your problem, your headache, the triteness that occupies your life.
Jumping off bridges with a sign taped to my chest that reads "oh don't mind me, I'll clean up the mess I leave"
LAUGHED UNTIL IT DIDN"T HURT
HUGGED THAT BOWL,
FINGER DOWN THE THROAT
LAUGHED UNTIL IT DIDN"T HURT
mother mother, tell me a story, the one about that prince. He wore that crown made of gold. The likes of which you;d never scene. A pure meld of the finest grains. And one day they came for him, stole him away from his mother. They took him to a land far away, and locked him in a tower. And there he stayed for the rest of his day, to wither away behind the bars. But that crown, it never left his brow, and he would stare out the bars at the land below. He would smash his head on them, day and night. All the people in the countryside heard the sound, and remarked, it was the most beautiful thing they'd ever heard.
So I will pass 0ut in my bed, longing for the absolution that only slumber can bring. Drifting away to memories of the joy from laying next to you. When the colors were still blue and orange and red. Not a deception of what was once so clearly defined. Longing to be back in that state, when the rain would fall and you would feal at peace. Hiding under blankets and the world was yours to make.
Not this.
Not this.
you will wake tommorow, what will be new? whats going to push that threshold?
WHAT THE FUCK IS THEIR FOR YOU TO LOVE
TO POUR YOUR HEART INTO
not this
not fucking this
that vomit lingering in the back of your throat is burning
did you smoke that whole pack of cigarettes?
Toasting that cop as you stumbled by.
your pants are soaked from laying on the ground
that dirt smirk on your face sais it all
GOOD FUCKING NIGHT
I wish I was lying next to her, hearing those words, living that purity.
fuck off