Coma Ghost
Neon Empty
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Bright lights Too many sounds Whose clothes on my floor now What's that taste Up in my mouth Stand up, you got played Take a bow Bow down Oh god, I'm doing slow death again Allergic to zen, girl stand by with that Epi-Pen If someone's in my bed that means I'm not thinking And if I'm drinking with my demons I'm not facing them That fast life, I blow smoke It's either high risk or comatose There's no in-between, it's just sleep or go Put in no work so it never shows Has he been seen Coma ghost What's the one thing you'll never know What it feels like to know And then to be known Bright lights Too many sounds Whose clothes on my floor now What's that taste Up in my mouth Stand up, you got played Take a bow Bow down Oneverse: work ethic ether Twoverse refer to reefer I've been scrubbin' away at the stains But I can't seem to get 'em much cleaner How you gonna come to terms Everything makes you burn Every time the lizard brain hurts Spark it up and say you'll make change later Never stop This is weed, this is shrooms, this a blonde Not a single one can purify your thoughts Get lost, when I say I love you I believe it What I mean is you are convenient I don't know any other way, bad guy I wish I was less Eilish But every role model's goodbye to me surprise or Irish Bright lights Too many sounds Whose clothes on my floor now What's that taste Up in my mouth Stand up, you got played Take a bow Bow down So it's settled then, Imma settle in Gave it my best at being one of the better men But Sisyphus is givin' in Given the biochemical bent: Charlie Sheen on acetylene No remorse, only amphetamines Mr. Clean on the LinkedIn scene Pig mask degenerate weekending No place to go, so it's water treading All I've ever wanted was to fight about the dumb shit Why'd you buy the bigger barbecue, we can't afford it Didn't want the Dr. Pepper, why the f*ck you pour it Not that I don't pray for love Good Lord, it's just that fucked in the head Wanna deliver the missus breakfast in bed Syrup on your pancakes there, missus Butterworth Trust, and faith, and grace, wanna raise up her worth So sick of sex, rather put in love work They say: gotta get better first But I got this trauma curse Stitches please, nurse Close it up, actually: one more verse No moral Don't know what the lesson is I present as a detriment My hell: consequence of someone else's mess The ability to love beaten out of my head It's Eeyore to he whore Ran out of coping mechanisms before I can't bleed more, every day More cracks in these floor He just seem more dead Fighting wars in my own head If it'll never get better than Fighting wars in my own bed If it'll never get better, then
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