Damn

This cold spot on these expensive kitchen tiles is where I die

How much alcohol does it take to say good bye?

Everything is blurry, except for every mistake I’ve made in my life

Even with the perfect honors kids and the perfect trophy wife

Fuck the 5 cars, Fuck the three homes

How much money does it take to not die alone?

What’s the point of all the shit we endure?

Just to say we’re stronger than we were before?

People are always going to judge, they are always going to hate

No one is truly alright with themselves, just you fucking wait

Until you’re in my spot, maybe just in a different head

Whether it be in on the kitchen floor, a back alley or a more acceptable hospital bed

Maybe I’ll just cry and wait here awhile

All alone on these cold wet expensive kitchen tiles

I hear sirens in the distance, there are three missed calls on my cell

The only life we have is my version of Hell

At the end of the day alcohol was my friend

I’m just another John Doe that has met his end

The room slowly stopped spinning, and there was no light

It looks like I have a date with an eternal night

Damn