Cold coffee from a cup off the floor is all I need in this inner war
and the drugs didn’t work and the sofa was cold
check my phone, do some needed damage control
fuck, wasn’t meant to let all of my feelings show
It’s my birthday soon I’m getting old
the sun is too bright, where are my shades?
my ankles ache, I wore stupid shoes again!
was it 5am or 6 when I finally found sleep?
either way, my eyes are too blurry to see
take a snap, post it quick so i dont forget and miss it
wait, who the hell last had my keys?
a sea of bottles and cups and my hair is a mess
fuck! I should have drank so much less
one more cigarette before I hit the road
and bus it alone
am I still fucked? I just wanna be home
I really am too old for this shit…
