So, i think i know what i'll be doing today
passing thoughts of exercise while i laugh in the face of good health
stakes get raised, harder to wake every day
embarrassment fuels redemption, the solution is the same
sucking hard on the death, suck life out of me
water insides with dehydrants
a black lung
an ignition key
another night accelerates to stop and stay the same
another sixteen hours down the drain
waking up, coughing up hardened throats and blackened lungs
it's easy to stop stopping any time you want
growing pains from growing old
fingertips burn from the cold
blood and oxygen
another evening killing friends
will i wake up tomorrow?
will it be another replay of today?
(and what did you expect?)
down the drain and out the door…
when too much begs for more