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 ************
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 *****
Some people wanna call me a *****
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 ****ing lift
If sleep is the cousin of death I guess me
And $lick counting sheep until' we out of breath I mean ****
Po-pourin' my emotions into a styrofoam cup
Gulping it down til' I don’t give a ****