20 Missed Calls

Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls
Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance
I cry tears of 40 proof salt
And the vodka doubles back to my palate

I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness
I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist

It's like it pulls me down
I'm sinking into it
Mind running wild like I missed my dose of Ritalin
I know
The words in my Iphone
Are probably right

I pull my covers down
I'm getting sick of this
Stomach turns over cause there's nothing in my system but bile
Oh it's been a while
Since I've been alright

Oh I've got this feeling that I hurt somebody
The cigarette burn on my shoulder's throbbing
To make it all worse I don't know who saw me
I hate that my curse is my only hobby

Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls
Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance
I cry tears of 40 proof salt
And the vodka doubles back to my palate

I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness
I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist

This isn't happiness
I traded ignorance for sappiness
And bludgeoned my emotions till they acquiesced
That all that I feel
Gets forced into my bottle

I'll play human calculus
Run the numbers on your realness
I carry my ones when my ego can't feel shit
I lose my mind
Halfway down the bottle

So I'm a stranger to grace, and having stable talks
The words come out with no brace, the conversation walks
And that's the hurt that I hate, I'd rather sticks and rocks
I feel the safest escape is in a trace of chalk

Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls
Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance
I cry tears of 40 proof salt
And the vodka doubles back to my palate

I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness
I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist