i'm gonna sleep next to a can of open paint
drink until i permanently cannot feel my face
those brain cells haven't done me any favors lately
find a nice dumb girl and get married
move to some dumb town in some dumb valley
get a job get a good steady job
learn to not be a dick,
maybe act like a human
pop a couple harrys, dicks, and sallys
love them and not just because we're empty
i can feel it
i could be that guy
and it would be so easy
i'm on my way
give me whiskey, snake juice, rum, paint thinner
spin the chamber, pick a fucking winner
i can feel the golden glow
my apathy starting to go
the cynic in me suffocating
christ it's fucking liberating