blurred lines

vodka chillin in a bottle on the console

console me. tell me it'll be okay 

I know it won't, but I wanna hear it anyways 

today was a rough day. nothing is clicking in my head the right way

which explains the 6 menthols I just inhaled, I know you fucking hate the smell

I know you hate what they to do me but truthfully, they calm me down like vyvance never could. 

misunderstood little punk filled with the spunk and angst of 5 Pete Wentz's,

we all been through this 

it's just taking me a little longer to get through it. 

I would never drive drunk, I'd just pass out in a parking lot. it's hard to park the car when I can't tell which lines belong to the parking spot

just kidding. I've never driven drunk, I always pass out on the bathroom floor.

I used to close the door but that was then and now I don't care anymore

I'm on a downward spiral like somebody finally flushed the toilet. wanna hear a secret? oops, I just spoiled it

"you look just like your mom" I know

and I drink like her too. I'll swallow that with a shot for me and follow it with a shot for you. 

bottoms up! I'm staring at the bottom of an empty cup. where did all the gin go

ooh shit, I know I've never been this low 

listening to the music but I can't remember how the lyrics go

so, how was your day? I mean I guess it was okay. is that what you kids are saying nowadays?

has-been who never fit in decides to reenlist in school because she wants to try again. try again 

it appears you're out of lives. 50 cents to give it another try but why? 

it's not really worth it. have you ever heard this before?

déjà vu. this is the exact same shit I was telling you a month ago. where'd the time go? time flies when you pass it with shitty rhymes that are filled with poor reminders of the past. 

boy, I'm past that point. 50 points to the winner, take a seat at the dinner table and pray to God the clear eyes worked 

I'm working late tonight, that's a lie 

I'm chillin at the park flipping dime bags  and trying to get high 

that's pretty much my whole life on the line, 

heart rate bottoms out and the beep turns to a steady whine 

turn it off, please. the death of me is old news. it's not even on the front page

remedial stage, new age poetry 

I'm ignoring what you're showing me because it's not what I want to see 

it hurts me to know that you care because I know I'm going to let you all down, I'm coming down 

I'm filling up the bathtub with the water I intend to drown in. 

face down, and I'm frowning of course 

cheer up buttercup, the worst is yet to come 

you'll never get to where you're going if you don't remember where you're from.