Sober never feels right anymore.
I spent hours staring at the bloody scenes.
Listening shrill scream in my ears.
I want to spill, but my eyes are like a desert.
My stuff spreading around,
Stubbed me to the ground.
I remember your face in my dream,
On the first night after I came back.
Now, I want God to take it back.
Every corner in this town just makes me sick.
Now I turn around and get ready to lick.
I don’t care, I’ll be mired in folklore.
I can’t handle any paddle anymore.
Anyone please take me.
I’m begging, please.
Please take me to the end.
