Voicemail Interlude

My minds been spinning round and round, for ages
Fuck what you've been told, on the surface level this shit's been dangerous
18's been great though, its indulged my fucking drinking habit
I don't do drugs, but alcohol does the trick if I drink it faster
Now tell me what I asked her
The liquor was my master
Two hands alongside the bottle I clasped it
Tighter and tighter, the glass shattered
But the bottle was plastic
My coping mechanism needed a second to sober up to the fact that
A downward spiral can be a slippery slope, but i'm past it
I disappeared from my social groups like I was magic
What could've ended up quite tragic
Turned into a blessing in disguise
I saw between the lines at what was creeping from behind
Death is around the corner that's not what I wanted, it's not my prerogative
Speaking not when i'm meant to, i'm known to be quite provacative
I don't let shit bubble up, unless i'm told to shut the fuck up and sit down
When I got my finger on the trigger and i'm ready to open up
On fucking bullshit
Metaphorically of course
I think my minds still scrambled from the world's messiest divorce
Tryna keep my sanity in a world full of crazy has been tough of course
But you know it better than I do, it's what you've been forced to endorse
You're a race horse on it's course
You been the strong force from the source
You been making me...

I'm slightly jealous of your innocence if i'm honest
A shiny tempest of self loathing for the promises
That I never kept
My mind became unkempt
I got a million stories for you
Tears to rip joys from, i'll give you one
Twice upon a lifetime ago
There lived a boy, who was deranged he ducked and dove into the waters
Often scared about the waves he had to tread
It filled his heart with dread but he was comfortable to swim until his legs had given way
For a record I should pray
If he wanted to stay afloat
He manipulated the ways
Dishonest truths had misbehaved
Emphatically it weighed heavier on him
Consciously it was a block
That he had never overcame
Now who would he to blame
The people around at first but it was he who was the problem
Far too stubborn for him to solve em
So he picked up the phone and called him
And advised him against the dumb mistakes he made
In the hopes that one day
It could change the path he paved
Too fucked up to act unscathed
Too tough to admit he lost
Too selfish to admit the cost
Too blind to see the line he crossed
Just to Entertain

I love you
Me