I Don't Need to do Drugs to be Dead

Sing
No more sad or grief
Sink
Below

Driving in my car
I understand
I'm going nowhere in this mind
I'm losing my expansion
I understand that I am continuing to continue the loops that I continue to live
Alone I will dread 'cause those are the cycles
Alone I will dread because my mind is frayed
Alone I will dread because I have no more miracles inside my pockets
Because they are all red
Call me "Fred Bear" because my mind is completely grey
I think I might have coated on codeine
I'm floating in time and space
Because I know that I must erase the things that I call memories

"Hello" I said to myself one morning as I fall down the stairs
I don't need to do drugs to be dead
I don't need drugs at all 'cause my brain is simply painted red

Hold me closely
Tonight might be my last
Hold me closely
Tonight might be my last

I grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the gas station
I never smoked a day in my life
I drove in my car, taking in all the way to the border
Lighting up like a god damn chimney
I realized that tonight was the last
I brought the scissors from home
Because I was cheap and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing
I first cut my beard, then I cut my hair and I missed a little bit and cut my ear
Blood was rushing down my face and I had no idea what the fuck I was doing

Slowly I moved the scissors closer and closer to my arms
And down to my hands until I saw what I needed to do
I ran out of cigarettes and I had to think one more time
Just one more time

There's no more time
Get out of here

I put the scissors back in the car and I drove home
I guess I like my haircut



Credits
Writer(s): David Byzewski
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