I'm gonna put you to sleep, because it's another night with no arms around me.
it's everything loved and hated broken into one factor. Almost like tossing babies in a trash compacter..
for the last time you will struggle to stay awake at the risk of missing some life, for the last time you will force yourself to sleep inside of your strife.
you can thank me later when the beauty afterlife isn't all it's cracked out to be. There really isn't chains or fire
just some good friends smoking weed between drinks.
and you can't win any solitaire games, and no one wins the lottery.
and your mascara brush nips at your nose each morning and you don't see.
you forget your homework everyday
and spill ketchup on your shirt.
but in this world lies legality, so there is no more hurt.
'cause the voice behind the cloud that gives the bad times before the good, has forced his children to their "doom",
because heavens run out of room.
so after you've killed some cells and felt beats with friends, smoke, and a smile,
you'll bleed and breathe and do the same thing
just with friends you haven't seen in a while.
