Am / Pm

Windows down with a frown

Ash on my jeans

Been up eating beans

These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head

But I’d rather be dead

Got no bread

Out of meds

I can’t find no tranquility

Put me out of my misery

Insomnia drivin' me mental

So I put it on a front like golds on my dental

My lifes accidental

At the drop of a pencil

I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker

While I’m drivin a rental

Oh no don’t tempt me

I ain’t slept in six weeks

Haven’t ate since wednesday

God damn I’m empty

I fall asleep but I don't want to rise out of bed

Escape to my dreams I know some of them wet

The sun shinin bright as I open my eyes

And then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead

Some people wanna call me a pussy

Some people wanna call me a bitch

Some people wanna tell me that it ain’t that bad

Lift up that chin

I wonder what they’d say after I slice my wrists

2 slits I’m gone in the endless abyss

One way street and I need a fucking lift

If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me

And $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean shit

Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup

Gulping it down til' I don’t give a fuck