Never clear
Or level-headed
Everclear
Throat of leather
Bark with more conviction dear
Maybe you'll feel better
You'll find no kind thoughts here
Just resin and crumpled letters
I really feel like this is the last year I can handle
I'm tired and I don't know where I'm going
I really feel like this is the last day I can handle
I'm really tired I don't feel like I'm moving
Shovel fistfuls of your pride
Down my neck and chest
And when there's no room left
I'll lay this bloated corpse to rest
To a DIY karma kit
I'm crowned the king of sh**
Knee deep in my own arrogance (excrement)
Yeah I'm drowning in it