[Pt I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH]
We got a bottle of Jim Beam and I drank a liter
To distract me from my constant overthinking I need a breather
You built this up your head. The pressure
Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see sh**
It's not the same to me when falling on my face
I finally drank myself to d**h
Enter the shaking, maaan, I shoulda eaten something. Enter the crying
"My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing." Better start dying
You built this up your head. The pressure
Relax, don't think too much cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor
The pressure has gone away, but baby, I can't see sh**
It's not the same to me when falling on my face
Wrap me up in sheets, there's nothing left to see her
I should be old enough to know (better better)
And I SHOULD be young enough to not take everything so seriously
SHOULD be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness
I finally drank myself to d**h
It's turned to laughs
I'm turning red outside on Cedar St
It's twenty-two degrees
I'm screaming "M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S CAN KISS MY ASS IN HELL"
I've built you up in my head and now you've started a war in my head
[Pt. II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE]
Get me a friend or a smoke or a hospital or a suicide pill
Get me a million dollar record deal so I can end this charade
I've been writing the same song over again, over again, over again
Over and over and over and over again
And it feels like h**n
I just got addicted to demanding your attention for my trite repetition
And I can't stop thinking about the first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol cause I knew better
And I can't stop feeling like that "straight edge" sh** became a cult
But I'm kidding myself by believing that the bar scene is any better
And I keep writing the same damn song over again and over again and over again
And it feels like there's nothing left at all