​how it ends

I tried throwing up last night when I was drunk 'cause I felt sick
Woke up on my porch with a crack in my phone and I felt like shit
This thing never worked no matter how I tried to make it fit
Like the wrong pliers or the size of a screwdriver, I grind down the bit
I'm the oldest son in my family my mom wants me to have a few kids
But I'm one drug away from being fucked up homeless living under a bridge
In eighth grade I got high and burned my leg with lit matchsticks
I guess I liked the pain or something but that's as far as it went
Life is kinda like a lullaby from when we were kids
It's happy and sad at the same damn time and you always know how it ends
You said work was fine you're just pretending to like me but I don't get upset
I'll just wait until you leave around nine and then I'll complain to my friends

I tried throwing up last night 'cause I was drunk and I felt sick
Woke up on my porch in sweat-stained clothes and I felt like shit
I'm a butterfly with torn-off wings that I use as sails
I'm a drop of blood in the water I'm spreading thin until I'm all clear
Life is kinda like a lullaby from when I was a kid
It's happy and sad at the same damn time and I always know how it ends
You said work was fine you're just pretending to like me but I don't get upset
You said I'm alright but I'm not your type I could tell in the first five minutes