Boston Was A Close Second Lyrics

Shit

I think this is bi polar

Feel colder, I think this seat has grown closer

To every poser

Beggars and choosers

Cry at night

But it's well known I'm a loser

And I'm the beggar, the full blown poser

What's the point of getting high, if I can't find closure?

What's the point of life, if I'm a house owner, without the keys?

What's the point of a wife, if I'm bound to be a loner, set to freeze?

I'm tired, cold, sore, car full of used condoms

I'm tired, cold, sore, so I'm used to all my problems

I'm tired, cold, sore, car full of used condoms

I'm tired, cold, sore, so I'm used to all my problems

I'm an embarrassment, incoherent, child

Fucked up, been in my head for awhile

Something's up

It's a brand new day

Why don't you smile?

By the grave

Lies to save

Every other fucking day

Another humble kid will tumble, fall, and fade away

And here I am

I wish to be saying I am

To making coffee for you at five a.m.

Finding these days to be a time of scam

My life is a trance

Something to tie a noose and dance

Multiple skippers, I find a blunt to light up and chant

And shit

Is this life

And shit

What's it like to die

And shit

Un-alive myself

And shit

I slept too much

Smoked too much

But I ain't fucking old enough

To say this world too tough

Had enough, had enough

And shotgun my fucking head off

Split splat, shat, crack addict