I could use these ashes as a form of currency.
My vision is blurred permanently,
I will prolong my casket sheets until these bastards everlastingly bury me.
I’m eating codeine cakes,
at 14, I awoke to a police (po-leeece) state.
Mixing nopes and hopeless traits with a dose of morphine protein shakes.
When you envision me, do you miss my schisms as a little g.
Who grew up to be lonelier than a homeless man on christmas eve?
I rather just ignore the phones and chill,
order alone with some digorno feel.
She killed me softly,
ironically her favorite artist was Lauryn Hill.
I know, I know need to change.
I’ve been saying it for so long you woulda thought I was the one who coined the phrase.
If you wanna shine, go and get a fucking car wash.
I’ll be beating myself up until the beat in my fucking heart stops.
After that, I’ll possess the prick fucking my ex as a spirit with an asthma attack.
I don’t need body spray if I already have an axe stabbed in my back.
Don’t listen to anyone, they’re all dry pricks.
Who don’t have anything better to do with their time than to advise you on your shit.
You better study for you test, and every man knows.
You fall in love with the foreign girls, and strictly fuck american hoes.
I’m past my prime, I lost it all suddenly.
I turned my back on myself, it was all fucking in front of me.
Feeling insecure, the mirror is something disgusting to see.
Oh, she’s not only punting my balls,
she’s dumping me from another league.
Since day one, I’ve been looking forward to day 2.
Now I’m staring at my reflection, like ‘you got something to say too?’
I guess I’m just stuck in a fucking strange mood.
Although I know it’s my fault, I just think it’s fun to blame you!
You too Ep, you little bitch ass manager.
What about your girlfriend, you couldn’t even handle her.
(hey — that’s fucked up) And now you’re dealing with animals, two grown men.
Who hold pens, aimed at the support we lost from our old friends.
I hate interviews, I fantasize about the day the show’ll end.
I hate saying “I know we’ll make it, I just don’t know when”
Blindfold me and I’ll pick a date from a calendar.
Ep, you’re a great manager,
I’m just a rookie complaining about facing amateurs.
Who are in secret hippy youth groups,
while I’m here looped into a booth’s noose,
drooling over cute ruth in maroon boots
like I had a loose tooth.
While you fruitloops go duck duck goose goose
seeing your plays increasing on youtube.
Maybe I’m deranged.
Maybe what’s estranged is this relationship w the page.
Maybe to blame is nothing, because this discussion is making me sane.
Lames label me a lame.
Hopped in the H.O.V. drive trying to make it into Jay-Z’s lane.
But I don’t fuck w. the corporate world,
I’m into making whoorish girls choke like Macy Gray.
And shitting on these suckas obsessed with Mary Jane.
I can’t refrain, I’m endangered like panda veins.
Then suddenly, “don’t stop believing” starts playing internally.
That’s funny, I could’ve been a soprano but instead I chose wayward journey.
Up at night reading David Copperfield,
I know I’ma survive I don’t give a fuck how the doctor feels.
Never take the pain for granted.
Never forget the grain you paved on this planet.
The saddest thing in this life is wasted talent.
Keep yelling from the rooftops,
don’t you sit down, my neighbors say they can’t stand it!
Contrary to popular belief, I can still believe in getting far.
I had a dream the chandelier fell apart.
My demons assemble, but my team reigns supreme with reason to peddle hard.
Welcome to Late Night Drive … my senior seminar.

[Chorus]
Do you think of me at all anymore?
I’ve missed you so …
I’ve missed you soooooo.
I’ve missed you sooo dearly.
And I hope you can hear me.
The chandelier swings beneath me.
How I was this was easy.

[Verse]

Turn the valium and the volume up.
Here’s my number in case God ever decides to dial up.
1800 fuck-off, yes that’s correct.
No jewels, just glass around my neck.
That’s shattered from all the disasters in my chest.
With a girl who says she’s clean, and that I waist these rubbers.
The only thing we have in common is how much we hate each other.
Listening to Adele, as I’m quivering in my shell.
The chandelier instantly fell in a wishing well.