Celin

Sat up too quick
On the top bunk of my bed
That's when I hit my fucking forehead
It was real slick
I blacked out for a second
When I came to my nose bled
Oh shit
Now I kind of feel sick
Tip toe my way down my ladder
And my foot slips
In the gap in the last step

Pick myself up
Dust my clothes off
Second glace
Looks like I busted my shoulder off my alarm clock
Walk it off
Limp my way to the bathroom
Vision obscured like I'm high off of shrooms
And I don't know what the fuck I'm to do
Cause the bastard in the mirror's already got an attitude

Eyes so bloodshot
He's Soaking them in bleach
A vacant face I can tell that he's got
No wisdom to teach me
So close I could punch him in his
God damn rosy cheeks
Oh shit shattered a mirror
Rosy cheek bitch he must have been me

Doctor
I can't breath
I guess there's something
That might be wrong with me
Oh my chest's in pain
Yes and I'm kind of glad
I'll just laugh it off
And I won't feel so bad

Hot and bothered
Drowning myself under the bath water
Don't know if I'll survive this for much longer
No
But I know I can hold my breath
So I might as well take my chances
As the light dances
Across the ceiling
And sooner or later
I might even learn hot to see him again



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Writer(s): Jonathan Flynn
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