AM/PM

Windows down with a frown, ash on my jeans

Been up eatin' beans

These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head

But I'd rather be dead

Got no bread, outta meds, I can't find no tranquility

Put me outta my misery, insomnia drivin' me mental

So I put on a front like golds on my dental, my life's 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

Goddamn, I'm empty






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

Escape to my dreams, I hope 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

Two 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 countin' sheep 'til we outta breath, I mean, shit!

Pour, pourin' my emotions in a styrofoam cup

Gulping it down 'till I don't give a fuck