Another Sunday withered away,

My time and energy spent,

Wake up in another hotel room,

Can't remember the continent,

Deported how many times?

Drinking is where my time went,

And it's a daily struggle,

To keep my ass from getting bent,

Whenever you write they think you're complaining...

I'm just thanking God I'm still remaining...

And that my people are here,

So I'm finally maintaining,

You feel melodramatic about that time,

Can you not see?

The memories you lived through?

So vividly?

Sweetly?

Violently?

I was never concerned,

My friends gambled on when I'd die,

Popped so many pills,

I thought I really could fly,

Wake up in another train station,

(I don't know if it's French or Italian)

Till someone starts a conversation,

"One more blunt and I'll be dialed in..."

I'm only 23 - I'm young,

But I've been through a few million,

One too many harlots,

More than a couple demons,

I'm the most sober I've been,

Since I was seventeen,

And my body feels slow,

Without amps or nicotine,

Stacked to six figures now,

"I can handle this"

This is temporary,

Feeling so emotionless,

I start to smile more,

The game's more enjoyable,

I can do my road work,

Without having to smoke a bowl,

Yeah, sometimes it gets stressful,

Working with cash figures,

Can't balance anything,

I forget my own signature,

Get so caught up in money,

I forget to just write,

You vent through the keyboard,

And everything's alright,

I'm not taking this anywhere,

I don't even really care,

I just got done with my session,

And the computer's right there,

Thank you to everyone who gave a shit,

About a stupid kid unprepared,

Forget everything I said before,

I was just an idiot who was scared,

Keeping my head straight writing,

I don't think this is anything enlightening...

Keeps me sober and thinking,

Helps with this room's dim lighting...