figer it out

permanent placements on my sleeves with nothing better to do except flee.

you think your oh so cool?  Until that crowd leaves and your alone wondering what is this peace? Quiet

in the room, but oh so loud in your mind

how are you suppose to sleep at night?

but you push and push-

try to come up on top.

on top of what-

that f*****g rock?

who are you when you get there and how will you climb?

bare hands and muddy feet-

bloody bare floors are nothing but weak

all you'll leave behind is a bunch of s****y signs and lonely blah blah blahs and a handful of soggy songs

but ill miss you when your gone

my eyes are black like yours

every time ill look in the mirror

the horror of you will always be there

alcoholic mess you've grown to love

makes everything a struggle for the ones who follow along