Thank god for this sort of humiliation for always letting me know my place:
Knee deep in problems I create
Knee deep in feelings I can't make
Subside or just go the f** away
What the f** is wrong with me?
I don't need a drink and I don't feel like getting high
I just wanna crawl into a f**ing hole and die
Do me the simple favor of not trying to cheer me up
Stop telling me what I'd wanna hear, because everything is f**ed
Hello pavement, I've missed you so
You're the only place that truly feels like home