• LYRICAL


    I’ve got vodka at my feet
    That I’m fighting to wash down
    So I’ll pop some pills from PEZ dispensers
    To walk on water or drown

    I’d rather write a song
    Because songs don’t wait to resolve
    Finding the words ain’t easy
    When there’s creativity involved

    If I never see your face again
    I’ll cut my wrists and black my eyes
    I’ll live my life from a new perspective
    I’ll devise my own demise