And So I'm Leaving

From Psych Ward
To medication lobotomy, lord
I've called you friend in relation to me
Eight pills, morning, six pills, night

I'm waging wars with myself
I'm turning pages of my life
And I think I need the rope
I think I need the rope

I think I need the rope
Don't worry
They say you are doing fine
I can tell you I'm so far from that it's not funny

I wouldn't even try
That in front of God, a lifeless vessel OCD
An inattentive docile consumer
As far as the pessimism goes

This is the first time I've put words like this to notes
But the notes keep floating, have set me in motion
To drown out my sorrow, I drink till tomorrow
I can't draw my breath for a shitty existence

Keep me from death and I won't cast a spirit



Credits
Writer(s): Cale Anderson
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