Lyrics

I'm worn out, and older now Time is a trial that I'm sick of I'm worn out, colder now Time is a trial and I'm sick... There was no alleyway in sight, but a light From the quiet breadwinner of the night, battered sores Watching many [?] sad boy With the paranoia, porn mags [?] He knew loneliness now was enough For him to stay in the house [?] sleep forevermore Keep your [?] lay there until sore Someone's always too short, his own sad truth he was praying for more Loneliness is a crown of its own Not a street hustle, [?] [?] afraid of [?] Born into nothing, within what your parents own In another place that could have been me Natural state born, [?] born American free Filtered out by rednecks [?] Love of a different kind that was considered propriety Worn out Older now Time is a trial Worn out Colder now Time is a trial that I'm sick of Worst shakes of his life every night From the frying pan, guessing he might die tonight As man spread methods [?] scribbled out tiny wretched corners [?] and then he began to cry Contemplated suicide by 19 Hovered over a toilet that'd recently cleaned Packed all his things into three cardboard boxes One for his parents, two for the garbage Baby sat breathing, try to regain his carbon [?] your spirit like birds in the forest Dying was the only way to flourish Told what you become A sad sack of flesh full of no remorse For the death you caused that I discard His only way to escape For whats in store Vomit until you can vomit no more Vomit until you can vomit no more