Goddamn

I'm fucked up
I don't know what year it is
I don't know who's beer this is but it's mine now
Trying to find a place where I can hide out
Got a lot of demons that I like now
Hope that by the morning they will die out
Will I ever get to calm this high down? Let's find out
Reaching on streets and I'm manic I'm feeling fantastic
I need to just breathe in and crash and the seasons are passing
The beer never lasts and the weed turns to ashes
I'm seeing the madness, fuck, okay, don't think I'm not seeing the madness
I know that I bleed like an addict
I need you to believe I can hack it

7th beer of the year when a day's like a century
I pretend to be all I'm meant to be
Eyes spinning fast as I search through my memory
My sinning caste is consumed by its lechery
Set between serenity and obscenities
Accessaries of my un-conscious reverie
My trajectory's getting the best of me
I'm tenderly, softly kissing my enemies

OK I can listen man, I think I can, my eyes stay focused on the ceiling fan
I'm healing and repeating that nothing's felt more appealing
Than revealing that my broken mind's stopped
A couple of seconds are perfectly still
I quietly contemplate my need for will
Reflections of the mere thing in itself are now
Falling away just as fast as my health GODDAMN

I just need a minute outside
Promise that I'll be just fine
To all of the calls I rejected
I promise I promise you're not the exception



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Writer(s): Ross Hurley
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