Self-loathing

Been running on E for the last three years Fade away before I had those last three beers The alcohols the only the thing to mask these fears I’m screaming “help” while my mouth screams “cheers” And I’m struggling to fill this hole with the cheapest Lost my soul ain’t got no time for bereavement Every mountain claimed has a bottomless well Where everybody starts to love you but you still don’t love yourself (Chorus) Each sentence is more exposing All the feelings I’m not showing Every article of clothing Stitched together with self-loathing I’m sick of all the plans and I’m sick of all the sycophants Sick of all the bands that are so quick to post on Instagram Sick of every chance to point a victim makes me sick People quit to escape a second glance despite the nations sickest fans Each day passes quicker than the last one Lack of a routine becomes sanities disaster One more year older One more chip on my shoulder Is that what this is about? Quit trying to move a boulder (Chorus) I can’t kill these thoughts But I try, lord I try I’ll take my shot But lord I know, I know (Chorus)