full blown meltdown

wake up

it was just a feeling

he was emptying the coffers

while i was staring at the ceiling

washed up

or what you wanna call it

popping the good shit

with the boys at the office

how bout it?

on the verge of poverty

and a full blown meltdown

i'm still a loser and always will be

so why change now?

fucked up

oh who cares anyway?

with one foot in the gutter

and the other in the grave

i was thinking

how long will self destruction be alluring?

it's good for business and baby business is booming

isn't that a trip?

i'll be sure to write it down

when i hit rock bottom

for all the people who love to fetishize problems

and to tell the truth

i fetishize them too

it's pretty messed up

isn't it?

and make no mistake

i know exactly what i'm doing

i'm just surprised the world isn't sick

of grown men whining like children

you shouldn't take it so seriously

it's just music after all

and half the crap i say is just

things i've stolen from the bathroom walls

of shitty venues across america

and i'm losing interest in self-help

equally bored of feeling sorry for myself

it's been a couple of days

since i've had a full blown meltdown

but i'm still a loser and always will be

so why change now?