depressed as fuck don't know what to do
i'm tired of figuring shit out and not having a clue
i wish i could fly, fly back to the city where i belong
take a million hits from a huge fucking bong
run a million miles to get far away from the place without soul
where every heart gets ripped a new gauging hole.
i usually don't rhyme this much, its a little ridiculous
should be working on this paper but its absurdly meticulous
there's a lot i wish i could change
maybe even turn the page
to a new fucking chapter, or maybe a whole new book?
to something as abstract as living in neverland, banging captain hook
haha, nah just kidding thats not what i had in mind
all i know is i need to stop, look around, figure out my life
ok fine gimme a problem but at least gimme a sign
a straight path like walking the plank- or i guess a line
this journey is almost too much to handle
better blow it out before it burns all the wax in my candle
so back to the part where i don't know what to do,
the person i should be talking to, weirdly enough, is you
but maybe i don't want that
i dont wanna be zen, roll up the mat
i want to yell and fucking scream
be obscene.
but i'm always expected to hold it together
i'm not allowed to be like this...nope, never.
