I have a hard time justifying an existence that gets reduced to tears if I don't pop a small little pill in the morning
I can't justify being here where I can't make sense of how anything works
I can't understand how to not give up
I can't keep the smoke away
The words from years ago keep repeating
"Can't get high enough to forget
Can't stay sober long enough to make sense of it"
I put my smokes down
and pick up the bottle
I put the bottle down
and pick up the smokes
And I get tired
of turning and turning and turning
Around myself
Around the senselessness of the world
Around myself