Pants around my ankles again
Thinking about all my sins
Where are all my friends
Single pane northern wind
Cant cover the smell of depression
With cherry air fresheners
Stole my quarters again
Fee for dirty water cleaned again
Underneath my feet lie an old man and his ashes
Open my eyes it's all your trash
The animals are falling to pieces
Fortunately my soul never freezes
Pushed and pushed till I lost my home
If I could flush all this shit it'd be gone
Spent a year with gangsters and addicts
Hit the gas through the brick wall I'm manic
I was supposed to be the hero
I was gonna save us all
When the moment came I was a no show
The unexpected fall
The kids watch me explode
They already know
Dad's gone off the edge again
Gotta walk on ice again
One pill, two pill, three
By noon who will I be
Antipsychotics anxiety and mood
After all these chemicals who the hell are you
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