I showed out and had hope
When a mountain of trash came at me
Disguised itself
With transparency
Their naïve thinking
Like it'll all work out somehow
Like it's some kind of movie
But you couldn't just be alive
You couldn't break out so I
Crashed in the office
And hung out with the boys
Remembering trips to brooks county
Made me nervous
Mix tapes and letters like
F*ck is this the end again
And again
And again
And again
Who am I talking to
Where is this coming from
Is it third person
Thought I bested that world
But this kind of poison
Doesn't leave the bloodstream
This kind of poison
Doesn't let you sleep it off
This kind of poison
Clouds your better judgement
This kind of poison
Doesn't mix well with alcohol