Four years since i lasted had medicine Besides from acetaminophen New day, same question "What the hell is this" Half inch, cracked door, let the devil in Often cracked lid, bottles full of options I fucking hate feeling nauseous Even pre-quarantine, i was inside all the time Need to exchange my jealous for pride Need change But i don't want to Work on What i need to Change, it's Hopeless Never honest 6 years of an uphill battle Same climb, same drudge, same judgmental New vices, the cup left hollow Wall stained, same spot, puked blood in the hallway Last night, bed is a mess Last nights drink still fresh on my breath Past lives fill up my shoes in my stead I could swear that's not what i said Sorry Need change But i don't want to Work on What i need to Change, it's Hopeless Never honest