Maybe it's Not That Funny

Let me know what you think when I crawl out the bar When I slither to the street if I get to my car If I get where I want if I make it to my house Where I sleep in my bed if I make it to the couch Spent it all lost the coin I am broke I'm a lush In a dream state of mind I am losing my touch I don't care f*ck you I don't care what you think I am lost I am gone I'm a widow in the drain Gotta go got got I'm no better I'm the same As everyone we're all drunk doesn't matter we're the same Down the hatch bottoms up gotta get through the day In the city gettin by through the scraps every day Lost my shoe my sock went black My heel is swollen I can't walk I roll on by but I get stuck Was round but now I'm gettin' cornered The clock is tickin' gonna wane My frontal lobe is insane Think I've lost my grip Got no footing gonna slip off What you think what you say what you heard what you did Can't forget what it was can't forgive you can't forget Lost the line lost the fish can't reel in can't redeem No you can't fucked it up lost your nerve in the waves Sail the ship sink the vessel goin' down with your mates Lost cause give it up count your losses it is gone Salvage all that you can pyrite it is shit Nothing there better get it's all shit it's pyrite Chart a course in the storm no direction no relay Follow through with your gut at the bottom of the bay Freeze your ass off Alcatraz Shawshank loser Sink down all the way Mariana Trench cruiser Stole my lunch my dinner ain't mine I dined and dashed and ran away I take what I want it's not me But it is fun yeah that is me The clock is tickin' gonna wane My frontal lobe is insane Think I've lost my grip Got no footing gonna slip off Clock is tickin' gonna wane best ya get to shootin Gotta kick it in the ass better get the boot in Put the merch in the bag gotta start the lootin Revolution in a can gotta get to shootin Clock is tickin' gonna wane best ya get to scootin Gotta kick it in the ass better get the boot in Put the merch in the bag gotta start the lootin Revolution in a can gotta get to shootin Maybe it's not that funny when I push that line Told you it was goin' told you it was fine Lost my sense of self in the midst of drowning out my problems but I know I'm maskin' my shit and my soul is suffering I just gotta let go but I can't let you know that nothing I do fits in with what you want What I want or what they want it's all fucked I can't get back up even with crutches I'm crippled I can't get up I'm a turtle in the desert all heat no flow No rhythm no love no freight no way back home Nothing I do amounts to a favorable outcome Nothing I make makes sense yet I can't help but cry out for you I guess I'm just a fucking loser like everyone else