Performer of the Bed of Roses

Lyrics

[Verse] Slow life mud hell Sludgin thru these fuckin lives Circlin the whiskey bottle top Like a summer fly I've been getting low in shit again Lower than my eyes I can tell they noticin again When i'm gettin high I'm just hopin that this shit don't end Like how I think it will But everything point in that direction [Verse 2] Pills in my digestion Girlfriend sayin that I'm too obsessive And I'm a psychopath Well if she don't feel these things I feel She'll feel the aftermath My lips blue face bloated Hours since I overdosed I hate you want you to know it Haunt you likе the fuckin ghost That haunts me from the еmpty bottle Trudgin thru this sleepy hollow Circlin and swimmin and I'm drownin In the bottom of the whiskey bottle Like a dying summer fly [Outro] It used to be just you and I But now every time I think about you I just wanna die I hate my life I'm sick of it I'm sorry Bab I'm over this A full house of self loathing loneliness A self destructive sacrifice of selfishness I'm out of beer I'm out of here I disappear It's crowded here I get claustrophobic Even by myself So what does that tell you