how it ends

I tried throwing up last night when I was drunk 'cause I felt sick

Woke up on my porch with a crack in my phone and I felt like shit

This thing never worked no matter how I tried to make it fit

Like the wrong pliers or the size of a screwdriver I grind down the bit

I'm the oldest son in my family my mom wants me to have a few kids

But I'm one drug away from being fucked up homeless living under a bridge

In eighth grade I got high and burned my leg with lit matchsticks

I guess I liked the pain or something but that's as far as it went

Life is kinda like a lullaby from when we were kids

It's happy and sad at the same damn time and you always know how it ends

You said work was fine you're just pretending to like me but I don't get upset

I'll just wait until you leave around nine and then I'll complain to my friends