I. DRANK MYSELF TO DEATH
We got a bottle of Jim Beam and started drinking
I drank a liter
To distract me from my constant overthinking
I need a breather
You built this up in your head, the pressure
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor, the pressure
Has gone away but baby, I can't see shit
It's not the same to me
When falling on my face
It's not the same to me when
I finally drank myself to death
Enter the shaking, man, I should have eaten something
Enter the crying
My life is useless and I won't amount to nothing
Better start dying
You built this up in your head, the pressure
Relax, don't think too much 'cause you can't take this
Well, I relaxed with liquor, the pressure
Has gone away but baby, I can't see shit
It's not the same to me
When falling on my face
Wrap me up in sheets
There's nothing left to see here
I should be old enough to know better better
And I should be young enough to not take everything so seriously
I should be smart enough to know that doing this is dangerous
This mixing anxious energy with drunk ferocious carelessness
It's not the same to me
When falling on my face
Wrap me up in sheets 'cause
I finally drank myself to death
I finally drank myself to death
It's turned to laughs, I'm red outside
On Cedar Street, it's twenty-two degrees, I'm screaming
M-I-N-N-E-A-P-O-L-I-S- can kiss my ass in hell
I built you up in my head and now you started a war in my head
And the soldiers are falling down
And I'm too dizzy to even try to win
Ah, fuck...
II. TRUE 'TIL COLLEGE
Get me or a friend or a smoke
Or a hospital or a suicide pill
Get me a million dollar record deal
So I can end this charade
'Cause I, I keep writing the same song
Over again and over again and over again
Yeah, I, I keep writing the same damn song
Over again and over again and over again
And it feels like heroin
I just got addicted to
Demanding your attention
For my trite repetition
And I can't stop thinking
About the first songs I ever wrote
Where I swore off alcohol
'Cause I knew better
And I can't stop feeling like
That straight edge shit became a cult
But I'm kidding myself by believing
That the bar scene is any better
And I, I keep writing the same damn songs
Over again and over again and over again
And it feels like there's nothing left at all

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