Convenient Hell

Saw your face in the liquor store reflective case But I didn't recognize you then as foe or friend Rang me up for a 20-pack of 7-up Thought the carbonation do me well Convenient hell All I want is to wake up and know myself Through the blur of the smoke and mascara No paint could make me anyone else Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell I'll stand on the edge here forever One block from a convenient hell Trapped inside broken mirror of a trapdoor mind Haven't heard from me in days turned weeks A dismal scene But I can testify I've told a couple lies But I've been wanting to clean up Yea I've been trying to clean up Just let me testify I've told a couple lies But I've been wanting to clean up But sometimes wanting ain't Enough Enough All I want is to wake up and know myself Through the blur of the smoke and mascara No paint could make me anyone else Sometimes I get lost in the feeling, the taste, the smell I'll stand on the edge here forever One block from a convenient hell