Slipped on my boots
Got crossed up in the woods
Built a tree fort and passed out
Awoke back up in my hood
Can’t escape the prison of this reality
Can’t survive what’s risen as actuality
They say that when you’re young
You learn from mom and dad
That’s why I’m half a good man
Half drunk, insane, and mad
Told myself I’d take a different path
From my mother
Now I’m on the road to end up dead
Like her brother
On the road, on the road
On the road from good to evil
Coasting down this highway
Driving like Knievel
Faster, faster, faster
Speeding by my demons
But I’m on the drive to hell
Committing self-inflicted treason
Swerving back and forth
In my old and clunky model
Don’t know which I’m hitting harder
The throttle or the bottle
Contemplating life
Don’t know where to go
Maybe I can turn it all around
But then again, there’s a bridge
Half a mile up the road…
Fuck it.
Disclaimer: Not suicidal, just enjoy writing from a depressive perspective.
