| Buddy, You're Making No Sense |
|---|
| Hose legs were a road less traveled, parting in ways only we could |
| understand. |
| ok, am i just waiting for my whole world |
| to come crashing down all around me? |
| knee deep in misery and |
| my own shit, I eat my way out to see if I can make it ok. |
| then I say to myself, which way is the right direction? |
| if all these years I’ve been headed in the wrong direction. |
| but I can only befoul myself myself so many times. |
| I am so fed up, my hand are shaking, |
| I’m so fed up |
