I fell for the promise of a life with a purpose

But i know that that is impossible now. And so i drink to stay warm and to kill selected memories because i just just can’t think anymore about that or him tonight. I give myself three days to feel better or else i swear i am driving off a fucking cliff. Because if i can’t make myself feel better then now can i expect anyone else to give a shit? And i scream for the sunlight or a car to take me anywhere, just get me past this dead and eternal snow. Because i swear that i am dying, slowly but it’s happening. So if there is a perfect spring thats waiting somewhere just take me there and lie to me and say it’s going to be alright.
“Yeah, you worry too much kid, it’s going to be alright.”

I got an idea, you should get a tattoo that says warning
That’s all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left
And save breath, and avoid you, sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream, “Fuck you Lucy!”
But the problem is I love you Lucy
So instead I’mma finish my drink and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover