Gin + Duct Tape
I know I'm messing up
I got this scar on my arm to really prove it
I know this window's tough
But can it stop a body from falling through it?
I know I'm going down
I really think I'm done
Cause you know it's about time that gravity met this gin
Wrap it up with duct tape and lay me out
I know I'm messing up
With a topic that's surely gonna piss you off
I know my timing sucks
And the way I slur my words, I don't mean it
But oh, I'm thinking way too much
If I could shut this off
I'd be a better man, I'd learn to step it up
Yes, I'm coming up short
What we need isn't a story
But someone younger just to sell it to.
The Mission sucked me up
The nights I never came home
And weekends, the warriors, they never gotta prove it
They can dry out with the sun
Then sit around with the kids in some kitchen or some bathroom
I'll be mumbling when I finally hit the ground