I need a sandwich, I need a drink.
I need something more than casual sex, oreos and chicken soup.
I'm sick, but all your perscriptions have failed.
The bottle shatters on the wall.
The needle tears a hole.
The powder burns my head.
I'm sick, and I can't get better.
Everything's a waste of time.
The school, the clothes, the car, the friends.
They don't care.
So write em off, take another hit, and just get the fuck out of living.
Hammer's cocked, barrels in my mouth.
All I gotta do
is
just
squeeze.