Diy Karma Kit

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 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 I don't feel like I'm moving

Shovel fistfuls of your pride

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 arrogance

Yeah I'm drowning in it