The Fix is In

Spitting fountains in the parking lot
And everyone's ashamed of the person that I have become
And I'm the one to blame
I let it get to this point

Breathe in the air
A certain moment of clarity can show you what's there
Even through all the haze

But pushing back a fog with a fan
Only works for short-lived moments
It's time to drive right through the
storm, let the sun provide atonement
But it's hard to press the gas
When your leg shakes involuntarily
Thoughts prove a distraction
And you drive without sincerity

Wait, let me get this shit clear
I think it takes self-realization to understand
that there are certain things that can never be abated
But memory loss, unabashed disinclination
I think it finally makes sense
It's a grand interpretation of a problem with myself
I need help, add another notch onto the belt of life
Another night and a little bit of
light to help me brighten up the future
In hindsight
How the fuck did I not think of any of this at all before?

A lack of dopamine is no reason to be alone
Finally, my head feels like it's become a home
Well, at least just a little bit
Fuck