Sober, losing my head
Laying in bed
Wishing I was dead
All these lyrics stuck
In my head will go to waste
So I just sat and thought
I wish I could say I enjoyed it
But really it just made me feel sick
To think about my body and look at
What it wants to do
I broke all the mirrors in the band-room
I don’t wanna see my face
I live off coffee and pot
You say I’m kind, I’m really not
There’s no point in the bases
There’s no point in seeing our faces
I can’t stress enough that I don’t understand
Why everything makes sad, even my hand
My hands on my eyes
Coughing up smoke
Oh god, I know, I’m bound to choke
My hands on my eyes
Sober, losing my head
When? When? When?
my electronic/experimental side project, Lake City Quiet Pills. the other members matt and tara show up on this project occasionally as well. 10:15 Saturday Night
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