13-05-2017 Lyrics

I was dead

Now I'm not alive

You're cremating some ashes

Good luck with that

I hope I smell good

Myself was my friend

But I can't find him anywhere

A 12am shift in pondering

If I deserve him

Fear has fallen past me, not looking' back

My grandmas house will bury me

With my arms I'll try to hold me back

From kicking this milk crate from the tree

Never sold myself on, anything you would have wanted

I will always hate me for what I lack

Is this living?

I chew on my tongue

I rip out my nails

I cuss out my ulcers and my lymph nodes

When they try to stop me

I should go back home

Leave this dementia cave

I gaslit myself into thinking I

Would be liked by anyone here

Fear has fallen past me, not looking' back

My grandmas house will bury me

With my arms I'll try to hold me back

From kicking this milk crate from the tree

Never sold myself on, anything you would have wanted

I will always hate me for what I lack

Is this living?

Barry is this living?

Barry is this living?

Barry is this living?

Barely is this living