| Spitting fountains in the parking lot
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| And everyone’s ashamed of the person that I have become
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| I let it get to this point
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| Breathe in the air
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| A certain moment of clarity can show you what’s there
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| Even through all the haze
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| But pushing back a fog with a fan only works for short-lived moments
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| It’s time to drive right through the storm, let the sun provide atonement
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| But it’s hard to press the gas when your leg shakes involuntarily
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| Thoughts prove a distraction and you drive without sincerity
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| Wait, let me get this shit clear
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| I think it takes self-realization to understand that there are certain things
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| that can never be abated
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| By memory loss, unabashed disinclination
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| I think it finally makes sense
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| It’s a grand interpretation of a problem with myself
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| I need help, add a notch onto the belt of life
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| Another night and a little bit of light to help me brighten up the future
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| In hindsight, how the fuck did I not think of any of this at all before?
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| A lack of dopamine is no reason to be alone
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| Finally, my head feels like it’s become a home
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| Well, at least just a little bit
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| Fuck |