We use to talk about all the things we dreamed about all the places we would see but it seems you got too sick of me and must have done too many drugs passed out on your bathroom rug took a piss in your kitchen sink cause i was too fucked up to even think that this might be the bathroom tonight my head is gone i’m out of zone and i don’t know what’s wrong so now i’m all alone except the drugs that i keep in my home i’m headed down to the liquor store just to dilute the pain that i don’t wanna feel no more and i’m feeling so much stress goddamn i’m sleeping less. Anxiety it’s in my mind it’s got me tripping almost every single time i don’t wanna live this type of life i’m walking up the stairs while my vision is impaired and i don’t think it’s really fair that i’m drinking all this fucking beer just to make me feel alive just know that i could cry just to know that we could live just to know that we could die.
Written by: Calvin Nakamaru, Cesar Archundia, Lance Soto, Thomas Leurentop
