​worry

I need
Two shots of vodka
So that i can leave the house
People ask whats stoppin u
Like i do it to myself

All that i fucking wanted
Was to go shopping at the mall
But now it's that much harder
Because i'm out of alcohol

I could just stay home
And put another twelve
Hours into xenoblade chronicles
Cos when im flying in my skell
It's almost like i'm not in hell
And i forget all of the well-
Intentioned people hoping that i get well

Ill worry as much as i fucking want to
Not to say that i want to
But what the fuck are you gonna do

If i never see any of you again it'd be too soon
You know that isnt really true
I hate myself and i need you