i keep getting drunk in front my friends
and breaking down in alleyways beside workmans
i don't mean to be drag, i swear i'm not like this
i've just been underground and my eye's haven't adjusted
is there a point to this if everything ends
walk past right where we sat when i was way too drunk to get in
i never realize that the grates were so rusted
but things are different now my eyesight has adjusted
i still can't sleep at night
my skins turned pale from lack of light
and i can barely see
still live on of packs of amber leaf
but i haven't grown
i'm still an asshole
and nothings different
i'm still not leaving
give me something anything that i can follow
i need some better life than this to keep me going
i need so help cause i have no idea just what to do
three fucking months and all my songs are still about you
please put me down punch me in the face
i love this town but i really need to leave this place
find a little home wait till i grow old
swpewing hate on cigarettes and dutch gold