Yung Tabasco

Old dirty paintbrush Skeleton bone man Bean and rice tacos And empty Four Loko cans Cigarette butts mixed with cigarette ashes Cat and dog hair all over the mattress Thinkin bout these days When it seems all I can do is wait Til I can finally Work on what I want myself to be But for right now I just wanna go to sleep But I can't because I'm afraid I might see you in my dreams But it's no worry It's not that serious And I'm in no hurry Listen, you're beautiful But I don't think I love you At least not anymore Used to always be dreaming of you We're both so jaded, so messed up It is so terrible The way you've been treating me is getting fucking unbearable Wish I could Melt into the ocean And sink into the darkness Away from all commotion But I Can't It's no worry It's not that serious And I'm in no hurry Lost within the void, I hope to find I hope to find my feeble mind That I had somehow left behind So momentarily And now I'm lost as f*ck, I walk the line Between what's real and what's a lie Both these sides combine and they find Some solidarity But I had found somethin in you I couldn't find in anyone Maybe that's why I'm drunk in the street screamin f*ck everyone These days go by so slow, but I really can't even complain I have a bunch of cats at home that take away all of my pain It's not too late to say goodbye To this ugly way of life End up unhealthy and fried So apathetic as Somebody who just wants to die They're never really knowing why They always questioning the time That they spend awake