Have u ever taken octuple doses of nyquil and gone to sleep feeling like you might not wake up come tomorrow?
Baby please come to me, I still got words to say, and this black song to sing as my past wrongs decay
And you held my hands god damn I lost my grip
Pled the fifth when the gods gone caught me running my lips
Said jesus please make me an example, burn my skin down and tell the kids that god loves them but Christmas is cancelled
Writing like Basquiat to loose leaf canvas, and they're callin me primitive writing my scriptures on light of a candle
Under the pews with some paint and some vandals, mutilate mary mother of joseph cocaine from Copacabana
Hoping these cool kids could run from this hell, but spent too much time running from stray bullets, cops and themselves
Copping these clothes that they won't need in jail, trying to cope with the pain Cobain, hoping that broke dreams will sell
and these nightmares won't kill and these fake friends are for real so go claim your life as I co-write your will
And lately I got arthritis cut me deep to my bones, head far thru the clouds knee deep in the snow

When u do that shit the way that u do
The way that u do with your spaces and grooves
Girl please euthanize me cause I've been hurting for you
And I've got some to gain but you've got more to lose
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And I will never forget the rest in peace signs strung across my birthday cake
and how those contact lenses hid the true colors behind them
And make-up served to shadow cruel intentions
And shadows were only there so I wasn't alone
Feeling the bitter jaws of adulthood
Clamp down as I realize I've gained more than just the right to buy cigarettes
And lost more than the yellow stripe on my ID
and the right to search for myself in the lost and found
And a legal guardian to find me when I am lost
And hold me when I've lost my grip on everything that still makes me a kid