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