never clear or level headed.
everclear throat of leather.
bark with more conviction dear.
maybe you'll feel better.
you'll find no kind thoughts here,
just resin and crumpled letters.
i really feel like this is the last year i can handle.
i'm really tired and i don't know where i'm going.
i really feel like this is the last day i can handle.
i'm really tired and i don't feel like i'm moving.
shovel fistfuls of your pride,
all down my neck and chest.
and when there's no room left,
i'll lay this bloated corpse to rest.
hunched over my diy karma kit,
i'm crowned the king of shit.
knee deep in my own excrement (arrogance),
yeah i'm drowning in it.