Jamaican Me Crazy

everything you've got to hold on to. everything you relied on to be there for you is completely fucked. there's a skeleton of loyalty hanging in the gallows of your heart (no one wins this one). and where are your friends? please help me through these years ahead. are we just drinking buddies playing with each other's dearest vulnerability, that this is all we know. so this is how it's gonna stay? i think i would rather remember how it was and go our separate ways. i don't feel anything unless we are living and dying for each other every second of our lives. everything you thought that it would be. everything you though you were living for is completely fucked. this is not place to be. and if we don't get out of here right now we're just gonna end up drunk, fucking, fighting, and working machines. if i have another cigarette, if i drink another beer, sit quiet another time when i should've said, "oh, this is too much. these are things i never wanted to be." this ship has sprung a leak and i'll be damned if i'm going down with it. still breathing at any cost.