Performer of the Bed of Roses

[Verse]
Slow life mud hell
Sludgin thru these fuckin lives
Circlin the whiskey bottle top
Like a summer fly
I’ve been getting low in shit again
Lower than my eyes
I can tell they noticin again
When i’m gettin high
I’m just hopin that this shit don’t end
Like how I think it will
But everything point in that direction

[Verse 2]
Pills in my digestion
Girlfriend sayin that I’m too obsessive
And I’m a psychopath
Well if she don’t feel these things I feel
She’ll feel the aftermath
My lips blue face bloated
Hours since I overdosed
I hate you want you to know it
Haunt you like the fuckin ghost
That haunts me from the empty bottle
Trudgin thru this sleepy hollow
Circlin and swimmin and I’m drownin
In the bottom of the whiskey bottle
Like a dying summer fly

[Outro]
It used to be just you and I
But now every time I think about you I just wanna die
I hate my life
I’m sick of it
I’m sorry Bab
I’m over this
A full house of self loathing loneliness
A self destructive sacrifice of selfishness
I’m out of beer I’m out of here
I disappear
It’s crowded here
I get claustrophobic
Even by myself
So what does that tell you