The Year In Pictures

How'd you take a chapter of your life and sell it to the people

I keep open open wounds and then scar them with a pencil

Turned my pain to paint and I ain't even need a stencil

Already on the pavement but the devils sentimental

Already dead inside I've been working more than sleeping

My last valentine but the story keeps repeating

Vodka will subside all my memories depleting

Now I'm on mic and some alcohol is needed

But I guess we're like my dad cause our brains were never fixable

So toxic, Jack inside my system, all I do is think of you

Although you never left, I had my mind right and I thought it through

Just like that verse in Valentine, sometimes I hope it tortures you