Sick again from drink Failed follow throughs And this lack of sleep This place is haunted; Specters won't allow any rest Can we please just go now "i'm signing my life away." Raised by the hands of a bipolar man I still cannot understand this hand we've been dealt Sick of being sick and all of these bottle caps Always on defense and not fit enough to fight I've gone into I've given into this lull I'm glad that you're ok Well i am not ok Im glad you're all okay Well this is not ok Two gla**es at my bedside blur and blend And all i need is a band-aid Yet we choose to bleed (hold tight, breathe in The lights will be left on good friend) You said there was something about Feeling down that feels so right Well i'll shoot, i'll shoot tonight Never ever mastering a mark Because i know you'll never quell this spite