theparkinglot

I'm not doing this

I'm a loner, slipped into a coma
Never woke up, too much shit in my soda
Wrote a poem, jumped into an ocean
At my lowest, I like it when I can't focus

I got by just by getting by
You lied, I think I died
That parking lot, side by side
Now I'm a servant of the night

I'm a spider, yeah, I might bite
Your ex, he a lame, it's on sight
And I might hit you just one more time
If I won't, it's back to the night
Think you got me, you just caught me
I was a copy, a dumb, dead, lame body
Won't even say you're sorry, throw your parties
No more molly or oxy, I'm just a body

It's my life, but it's your life
Wanna die when it's feeling right
It's my life, but it's your life
Wanna die when it's feeling right
It's my life, but it's your life
Wanna die when it's feeling right
It's my life, but it's your life
Wanna die when it's feeling right

I don't know you, I don't need to
Closed dark room, I was just a fool
I got shit to lose, try to play it cool
Hit em with the view, I'm blue, is it true?
Got a bottle, bottle of the juice
Hit me, drink it, I can't move
I don't wanna move, is it true?
I don't know the truth, your room, I'm used