Listen To This

summer death sometimes i m awake thinkin about fuckin things up for myself again, so relax and sit there, my organs know i mean well, even though they re all gone, but they re content. drivin up north headin towards nothin, just for a fake laugh and a stupid smile. i never asked to see lost painted on your forehead, looking forward, it s been taunting me for a while. sometimes i m in front of the street noticing my face in the paint. this is hell, this is far, this is human. this is something where no one ever gains. what s there to do, i couldn t even tell you, everything keeps spinning letting me know, that something doesn t feel right, and it s sitting in my chest feelin so low. it s been black outside for days now, i hope the end of the week gets here quick. so there is nothing left to question, not even the God that i told to quit. oh, im seein the drearyness in this. oh, i m believin now that i can t fix this