P.O.S. Is Ruining My Life

Yeah, way off.

Here's what I got.

…If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out…

It was buried under a flask in a cart of people From the bottom of a glass all this Nonsense, innocence, common sense, consequence Indulgence in Bourbon, this herb, a Twin City kid’s just disturbed

I look around and see the same shit from her She could just sit silent and watch her life just past in a blur Ain’t it funny, we can sneak into our lives in a stir, Over the perfect things to say and then just choke on the words

Everybody wanna be the next, Everybody wanna be in step, Everybody wanna fuck, Everybody want the consequence without a defense, Everybody got shit luck, Everybody wanna move to they own beat, Everybody wanna make a dent, Every girl is looking for the next best thing, Every boy is in love with his girls best friend, Everybody hex me, everybody wanna fight.

We can’t stand and not burn in the sun, but can’t sleep in the moonlight, I’m right there witcha, I’m sick of my own skin, I got the clothes and the jaded grin, I’m at the bar or the coffee shop, But I don’t like drinkin and I fuckin hate coffee shops

So I’ll just stop the world, it’s spinnin like a Tilt-a-whirl, This ain’t amusement, ima lose it … it’s bullshit… I give two cents but not everyone seems to have the same change But can’t bring my father, two cents? I can’t spare nothing if I’m holdin the cup.

If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Just believe if you can’t see them then they can’t see you, right? Close your eyes.

I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand

I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand, a fist…

And it’s strained to think it might be ok, Scratch, crack, silence, fist… And it’s strained to think it might break, Scratch, crack…

I live in the city like any other, We all live alone, The only difference is we don’t seem to know it Frozen and lonesome, it’s cold

In the summer gotta wait for the loathing Holding our posture so low, And we drink so there’s not much worth noting.

Strolling, so vacant, so shaken, So cold, so gone, so mistaken, So broke so, so complacent, So worn out, so worn out, so worn out

So full of doubt, so full of restraint, So full of that self control, Or the lack thereof, That we doubt the soul.

If you come down then just breathe and just breathe in and out You’ll feel a whole lot better, close your eyes Just believe if you can’t see them then they can’t see you, right? Close your eyes.

I can never be what I wanna be nothing but a man, Nothings evil inside of me, nothing I can understand If I try, so I try to get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand…

This, of course, isn't perfect either. but a lot better than the posted one.