Deep End

Searching for knowledge 'til I hit rock bottom

Looking for answers in bottoms of bottles

Irony is when you're lost they'll all follow

Sobriety's bitter-sweet hard pill to swallow

Consign tonights good mood from tomorrow

Head filled with poison, chest feeling hollow

Thicken the syrup, try drown all my sorrows

Dodging the tick from the time that I borrowed

Sipping weed smoothies out a schooner glass

I remember pouring Painstop in Üludag

Used to ride the train when we'd truant class

Leave the carriage filled with wood-stain and ruined glass