I might spend many days
thinking about these
enemies' funerals and friends' weddings.
It might go a week when
I really can't think of any
intelligent thoughts about myself.
Try to accept
I don't know how to behave
I'm an idiot.
I might spend all the money on booze
if such a whim
makes it easier for me and then I hang out with friends
Maybe not eating for many days and on the acceleration scale, I feel close to zero
Try to accept
I talk a lot, sleep little. and I call after: "no luck!
Especially because I've always been the same.
My life is coming due like a year-old mortgage"
Try to accept
Try to accept.
I'm an idiot.
I don't know how to behave.
I'm an idiot.
Try to accept.
I'm an idiot.