Live Trashy, Die Whenever
I often wonder what its like to not fall asleep praying that in the morning I never wake up.
And I wonder what its like to see something through ’cause as soon as I start, I give up.
I tried jumping out my window, but it was only two stories tall.
I thought about drowning in a bathtub, but I only have a shower in which to fall.
I tried taking a zillion pills, but that just helped me lose some weight.
Perhaps if I roll over myself with this carpet shampooer, It’ll finally remove these stains.
If life is like a box of chocolates, the we’re all dogs who will die if we take too much.
I’ve never done drugs, but I hate myself so hopefully I’m still punk enough.
I wish I could I could punch a cop, or slap up some agit prop.
I need something that feels like resistance, but I have anxiety disorders and can’t leave home without assistance.
I don’t want to leave a manifesto for my cat to read as she munches on my corpse,
for lack of better options, ’cause it will be weeks before someone even noticed I was gone.
So I’ll just scream poorly over bad music and hope that keeps me alive.
