Eucharist.

Bottles in the waste
Feel like my conscience’s running late
At night I’m walking to your place
Listening to Tom Waits while I wait

And I’d be lost without my better half
Wish finding the words I was better at
Wish I ain’t always let you down like democrats
I would’ve told you sooner if you’d ever asked

Lying down in the studio tryna fix my back
Been trying for a week now and it’s still outta whack
Therapist from the tv show said secrets cause that
Maybe that’s where I’m at

Earl grey with the sage leaves I’m making my way
I ain’t make much lately, but I made it herе today
Holding tight to my sanity & saying my grace

Bottles in the wastе
I’m a walking waste of space
That’s all I got to say
I’m tired of talking anyway

I’d be lost without my family
So why am I always making them mad at me
Looking for attention outta vanity
It’s the definition of insanity

I’m spinning here like a turnstile, just letting out facts
I don’t care if the shit rhymes I’m stating it flat
Can’t stop and I won’t stop, you ain’t paying me for that
Lately that’s where I’m at

Black tea like a eucharist I’m making my way
I don’t make too much sense, but I made it here today
Holding tight to my fantasies and saying my grace