If I could find a way to see this straight,
I’d run away.
To some fortune that I,
I should have found by now.
And so I run now to the things ,
they said could restore me.
Restore life the way it should be.
I’m waiting for this cough syrup
to come down.
Life’s too short to even care at all.
I’m losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control.