California, Eastern Time

It will never work out.
I spent two years scared to try.
When all I did was let everything slip from underneath.
And now i'm drunk, explaining this to someone else.
Why can't I just figure out myself?

Spill your guts.
Rack your brain.
Drink a gallon of straight grain.
Anything to help you cope with the pain.
Feels like everything's gone down the drain.

Broken, feel it split in half.
That was my backbone.
Now I got no support,
and you'll say that you, you needed him more.
So I'll just drown away fast,
let your memories fade,
because i can't play second best.

*Bad timing, timing is the least of our worries. Because I'll be there, just like I've been there before. If you're happy, I'm happy. Just know that next year, next year it could be us*

West coast, taken you away.
Well I'm so sorry.
I never meant to complicate,
it all happened so goddamn late.
I'll put a 5 spot down,
on trust, on love, on fate.
I's risk anything.

Spill your guts.
Rack your brain.
Drink a gallon of straight grain.
Anything to help you cope with the pain.
Feels like everything's gone down the drain.

Every time I write,
I get to this point where it feels like I haven't said very much,
of anything important.
Was any of this worth it?
You know what?
Open up wide, I'm gonna punch you in the teeth!
So you can see how it feels to be me.
How it feels to be me.

Spill your guts.
Rack your brain.
Drink a gallon of straight grain.
Anything to help you cope with the pain.
Feels like everything's gone down the drain.