this is hate if forms unknown

[idol_of_idiots]

so in my stumbling drunk/drug abuse dis order
i ponder this fact as only an idiot could
it leaves me dry..a lack of fluid grace that i cant see
but feel without hearing
left inside out
but still standing
lies to me lies for you
to many lies that we can choke on
old english bottle almost gone
blunt begins to burn my fingers
i listen to my life trickle by in an
endless torrent then to realize
im in someones front yard
far from my house
hate me hate me hate me
thats all i know
hate to my face
a girl walks up asks why am i in her yard
i pass her the bottle..she takes it.warm as piss
she drank it all...now what she said come in
now i feel wanted again for now but forever without
blunt still burning my fingers