The plot thickens I’m blasting thru this hard liquor I’m trying to put toghether pieces of this crowd picture I wrote this record with my fingerprint of fog mirror And as soon as I was honest then it got clear They say I talk about anxiety too much But sobriety is too tough and I can hide it when I’m drunk They day I talk about depression way to often I was walking on a beach and I found my message in a bottle My head was full of sorrow and my center piece was hollow I look happy on the surface but what’s underneath the potholes It’s not that easy just to change if I wanted to And I’m maybe responsible for the pain that you are been thru I’ve been basically walkin across the plank with no shoes But I hope you know I love you by the way that I thought you Cause good days can turn into bad days And the bad days make it hard to have faith I’m a f*cker and I hate that I’m this way I’m a low life, I use a mask to disquise my pain I’m a douchebag, I blaim you cause I won’t blaim myself I’m a reject when I’m honest and I need your help (x2)