Am/Pm

Windows down with a frown, ash on my jeans Been up eatin' beans These scenes keep on flashin' Inside of my head but I'd rather be dead Got no bread, outta meds I can't find no tranquility Put me outta my misery Insomnia drivin' me mental So I put on a front like golds on my dental My life's accidental At the drop of a pencil I might flash out and shoot every Motherfucker while I'm drivin' a rental Oh no, don't tempt me I ain't slept in six weeks Haven't ate since Wednesday Goddamn, I'm empty I fall asleep But I don't want to rise out of bed Escape to my dreams, I hope some of them wet The sun shinin' bright as I open my eyes And then close up the blinds And wish that I was dead Some people wanna call me a p***y Some people wanna call me a bitch Some people wanna tell me that It ain't that bad "Lift up that chin" I wonder what they'd say after I slice my wrists Two slit's, I'm gone in the endless abyss One way street, and I need a fucking lift If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me and $lick countin' sheep 'til we Outta breath, I mean, shit! Pour-Pourin' my emotions in a styrofoam cup Gulping it down 'till I don't give a fuck --- AM/PM - $uicideBoy$