Blacking out wearing a sober punk bands hoodie
In two days I'll be seven years off of dope oh goodie
Sometimes I'm so grateful laying under the sky
But usually every moment that I'm standing smiling is a lie
Because my life reminds me of most TV shows
It doesn't really need another season
Except for Broad City that shows real badass
And I could watch it until I stop breathing
Which hopefully could be soon if you're getting the jist
I am sad and almost always alone
But I'm gonna try and fix it by laying in my bed
And never ever ever ever ever ever ever leaving home
Oh where oh where can my puppies be
Kid took them away from me
They're down in Nashville so my life is no good
I hope I can see my puppies before I leave this world
Cause lately I've been struggling with a lack of identity
And where I fit in in regards to recovery
Cause I'm a little bit high a little bit everyday
The rest of the time I'm getting more and more blazed
So how can I express to somebody I respect
That I'm moved by their success while I've got smoke beneath my chest
If I blew it in their face then I would get a new clean date
And mine would stay the same
Do you see what I am saying?
I'm a hypocrit