suffering the consequence, from poppin molly often hense, his lack of sense of honor in the skin he's feelin awkward in.
Cuz honestly he's odd as shit, but good at acting calm and free, and oftently he feels as soft as momma thinks he outta be,
he's modest as his empty wallet, pawned it for an autumn breeze, tossed up in a modern
moshpit, drawn up like a model-T

His confidence is moderate he's honest and approachable, a stoner esque persona known to swallow his emotions whole,
Hallow, feelin bored and dull, was born to join the honor class
Grown to be a scholar, couldn't tolerate the boringness
Soakin up approval, provin nothin just a mess, confused
Unamused and bleak, within a week he up and left the school
He dreamed a sense of burning, set to flee from pain and sadness, truth,
And gained a lack of purpose that he got his ankles shackled too

Choking in a dress code, buttons buttoned tie is tied tight
Just a nice guy, loved to study but his eyes was dry as dry ice
Funny and Alive but every time i look in hine site
I try to hit rewind re live my life to keep my mind righ

Went to eating bars in the harshest of weathers
From a tennis beast, a star, with a varsity letter
A fiend eager to barden feelin partially fit to
Finnai melt the brown and spark it throough the artery tissue
Bitches think he's charming, his dimpled smile and boat shoes
Sense of style hiding his twisted mind but it shows through
A tennis Champ, a letterman
A burdened turd a cinical
A kid cursed with a funk
flipping the bird to his principle

Dry has been his toned used feelin that he has to earn it
When he try's to get to know you but can't even scratch the surface
So he hides behind his "go to's" and his automatic wordings
While he tries to get his point through past a wall of introversion
A burning urge to root and mend, these permenant disturbances
A loopy headed student, learning how to tune his Buddhist zen
He's soon condemned to make the same mistake, he hasn't learned from them
A loop a trap , a lack of commen knowledge he's been cursed to have

His meditation is medicine, mental anguish is evident
Regimented to speed till his face resembles a skeleton
Able to concentrate, he's exceptional, it's been helpin him
Exceot it's sent from hell, he's dependent, chemicals tempting him
Starting getting high and the doctors paying
Started a new life of intoxication
Developed a new mindset and it's truley arrogant
Because he chose to chase the high and started shooting heroin
American blues, barely coherent, very confused
Middle of February, and rarely leaves his cacoon
Abused, hungry and brused, feeling stupid gloomy and used
Booze in an abundance from months spent in his room

Panick, muscles tightening, an uppercut, a pint a gin
A struggle to succumb to munch a couple dozen Vicodin
A violin strum, violent and young, what fuckin time is it? Time to write a line and feel alive? Go head and try again
Smiles feeling tight again and sinuses are swollen to,
Head is down and walking through the school that I got bullied through
A childhood of sulky blues, abd always feeling discontent
Rippin hits and thinking that nobody's fuckin listening
A loner in the business and a stoner lackin fitness, get the picture, just a faggot and phony on ya shitlist