Well I wish I could amount to anything besides my shitty self and my level of deprecation is at the forefront of my mental health and I'll try to cope and rationalize and say it's worth my time, but when all of my expectations are so low, that I'm just waiting around to die

(Pick it and it'll never heal)

And I could blame it on my father for blaming it all on my struggling mother and his level of self-denial borders on the cusp of something viral and I hope it hasn't spread to me and laced within my DNA, but I guess this is coming clean, for what it's worth, I have an awful lot to say

Growing up, I had a friend; at least I think I did, I hope that's not pretend and we'd pull apart roly poly's and see their innards leaking out so slowly and I claim I feel bad for doing it, but at the time, there was such wonderment and now I wonder if I myself am all that different

And I just don't wanna drink alone for one more goddamned night and I don't wanna feel like this every day for the rest of my life, I need to call my grandma more, I need to make more time, I need to call my mom some more and tell her I'm doing fine, everything is fine

Everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine, everything is fine