This isn’t real.
If I die in my sleep,
I’ll wake and through the day I’ll weep.
The things I see,
the voice I hear,
whispers ill-will into my ever aching ear.
it makes no difference when we’re all drowning in the sea.
they drink Hennessey
and some hot chick’s eating waffles with a nerd on TV.
Is that supposed to make me want waffles?
You’re all just as miserable
and unoriginal as me.
Don’t cut me off in traffic because I drive a little slower,
I’m just enjoying the god damn scenery.
You’re shining your brights
and trying to get me to start using an alarm
and I won’t have it.
I live in a world of the clinically
These two assholes are high-fiving
and a bored looking bartender serves me a real drink.
serves me a real drink,
serves me a deal,
and I don’t have to think.
All alone with my new best friend,
a bitter comrade
with his predictable end.