Happy birthday to the w****
today I turned 34
and I don't even remember my birth date
I'm f****** crazy
in the year too late
and nothing's ever going to change
unless I do it and I die today
and I'm not going to do it
they say I'm too scared
but I tried already the drugs just aren't there
no one's helping me
no one gives a f***
but that's all I'm good for
And I like it rough
so happy birthday
to the disgusting ugly me
I'm Not Dead
I just want to be
and oh my God I'm only 33
Can you just bury me under the floor because I don't want to be a w**** at 34
I actually ended up being sober but somehow being delusional and amnesiac that day and ended up thinking that I was in the yellow brick road and I walked all over the side of town that I threw up walking around and I tried to explain it to Joe when I got back but he said that I was trying to get in cars with people when they were trying to get me in the car with them but I don't really know what happened because I was f***** up somehow.