It's a quarter to two and the bars are all closing
Nobody looks how they think
The guy in the corner with spit in his beard
Wearing more than he drank of his drink
The dancers are shaking like ants
Desperate to find a last minute queen
While the rest of us are all headed home
To try finding comfort in dreams
Cause this isn't life
I know that I chose it
But I can't stand waking up and nobody knows it
I'll never find the strength to change what I need
Is this who I'll always be
I open my eyes and the room is still spinning
I joke about buying a vowel
The funniest part of this feeling is
Knowing the answer but nothing comes out
So I'm shaking around
Like I'm hanging from something
I know is about to break
Like I'm biting the gun but the safety is on
I threw up the pills I ate
The notes are all scribbled in pencil
Without really knowing what I'm trying to write
But something like
Goddamn the man who said everything gonna be fine
But life is a lot like a sewer
We get out of it what we put in
That's when doubt kicks in
Maybe I just don't have it inside me
Maybe there's too much I couldn't face
I just wanted someone to
Come down from heaven and
Explain this cold and fucked up place
But I'll just keep trying to hide it
Until there's nothing left to save
In the end
I know I'm gonna die buried in another man's grave