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Waiting for restitution
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The Influence life can be so nice
with a little bit of pills to pay the price
to wash back and sit back and take flight
cloud my mind with bad intentions
I tend to stay numb
becuase all i do is kill the pain
up all night
staggering losing sight
scaratching at my own skin
shedding my own kin
fading fazing out
the weed gots me hazing about
trippin slippin sippin
baby sitting my beverage
waiting for restitution
straight headed for an institution
I do things my way
on my way to where ever
no destintation in mind
the anger clouds my mind
I work way to hard to be in this state of mind
killing consciouness with whatever I can find
deal with these problematics with downing supstances
Its my makeshifts schematics to solve my problems.
stuck in the bottom scum in the bottom of the bucket
so I say fuck it. take these pills and let lose this powder
inhale exhale till I drop weed was serene
but green isnt no longer getting me to be keen
I need more of the influences I have found
cover up my exhaustion. and end up blacking out on the floor
Yeah I am about it. I tried every candy in the candy store
I got a sweet thooth for intoxication
maybe one day it will revive my bitter heart
but on the side note
these drugs are tearing me apart
how am I gifted with every sense I should be black listed
I build my self up just so I can fall
made my bed of substances whenever I chose to make that call
I can go without it.
but I doubt it. Lets see who can be the one who can make that call.
these struggles on my mind
and these days of being the same. no drug to bury myself into
this sobreity gots me going insane.
and all I can think about is letting lose on my own brain
covering up my saddness and eroding away these feelings
when it comes to living I would rather do it lacking emotion
its why I stand by noone for it leaves no open sores
of nights after nights of me trying to get myself off the floor
it leaves me brittle and partially broken to brag about things not ment to be joking
cover up these blood stains on the carpet becuase I may kill this conscience tonight
bury it 6 feet under my floor
but these days of the same got me really wishing for something more.
