Unemployed Drunk Driver by Country Death
Need to get me a girl that don't want nothing to do with me.
She'd have short hair, blue eyes, red shoes, and tight jeans.
I create and turn down imaginary corporate sponsorships offers in my head.
Back when we were together and I had the chance,
I wish I would have cheated on my ex-girlfriend.
I spend my mornings trying to not start drinkin till the evening.
Usually around two or mid-afternoon, I end up failing.
Spend too much time thinking about suicide and sex.
Always lost in indecision.
Always wondering which one I should pursue next.
To depressed about being unemployed to look for a job.
I spent too much time in the shower and I sleep too late and my bed's unmade.
Aint left the house in four days, and I don't think that I'll change.
Yeah, I'll just continue to hate myself for being this way.
I aint a serial killer, but I am a drunk driver.
A loser and a boozer and crier and a liar.
A drug abuser and a truth confuser.
Aint no one stupider than me.
Maybe I'm lazy or maybe I'm crazy or maybe I hate me.
It's all kinda hazy.
Am I clinically depressed or chronically disappointed?
When I'm around people, I tend to think that they're annoying.
When it's just me, I get so lonely
and I dream my morbid dreams.
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