Goddamn

I'm fucked up I don't know what year it is I don't know who's beer this is but it's mine now Trying to find a place where I can hide out Got a lot of demons that I like now Hope that by the morning they will die out Will I ever get to calm this high down? Let's find out Reaching on streets and I'm manic I'm feeling fantastic I need to just breathe in and crash and the seasons are passing The beer never lasts and the weed turns to ashes I'm seeing the madness, fuck, okay, don't think I'm not seeing the madness I know that I bleed like an addict I need you to believe I can hack it 7th beer of the year when a day's like a century I pretend to be all I'm meant to be Eyes spinning fast as I search through my memory My sinning caste is consumed by its lechery Set between serenity and obscenities Accessaries of my un-conscious reverie My trajectory's getting the best of me I'm tenderly, softly kissing my enemies OK I can listen man, I think I can, my eyes stay focused on the ceiling fan I'm healing and repeating that nothing's felt more appealing Than revealing that my broken mind's stopped A couple of seconds are perfectly still I quietly contemplate my need for will Reflections of the mere thing in itself are now Falling away just as fast as my health GODDAMN I just need a minute outside Promise that I'll be just fine To all of the calls I rejected I promise I promise you're not the exception