(It’s all a mess) (It’s all a mess) (My life’s a wreck) (Can’t ever get any rest) I say.. My life’s a mess, I am riddled with stress. I need to take a rest before my heart bursts in my chest. I smoke so many cigarettes, getting tattooed by an apprentice. I used to blow vape tricks, now my eyes roll back listening to the kids with pumped up kicks. I’m prepare to do a nexus flip but she just wants my love instead. People keep worrying that I am gonna be the one who dies next. I’m sorry, I am sorry but my life’s just a mess, my life is a mess. Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m prepared to die next, prepared to die next. We call it a purple rain dance. She sacrificed her innocences for me, I guess that’s true romance. I can’t have it forever unless I stop getting high for pleasure. A ring would probably stop me from getting high off the painkillers. Wedding ring is probably all I need. My life’s a mess, yessir indeed. I ain’t bless because life keeps putting me to my knees. Gonna kill me eventually so I cry until I cough and wheeze. Cold breeze blowing through the trees. Shes undressing herself infront of me, she’s a tease. Shes looking for some company between her knees. She looks at me to please all of her needs. I light up a victory torch as she wants to know about me. I said I’m sorry but I gotta leave. My life’s a mess, baton down the hatches, I’m just a sad fucking drug addict. Ruined my life, can’t go to college because I’m too stupid to be honest, can’t even keep a fucking promise, left everyone very astonished. Broken promises left you feeling permanently scarred in your heart. I’m the bad guy like I’ve been saying from the very start. I wanna change, i really do but I’m feeling like I can’t, don’t know what to do. Returned to a point where I was back at it, dropping a xan or two. Not eating any food. My life’s a mess, I am riddled with stress. I need to take a rest before my heart bursts in my chest. I smoke so many cigarettes, getting tattooed by an apprentice. I used to blow vape tricks, now my eyes roll back listening to the kids with pumped up kicks. I’m prepare to do a nexus flip but she just wants my love instead. People keep worrying that I am gonna be the one who dies next. I’m sorry, I am sorry but my life’s just a mess, my life is a mess. Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m prepared to die next, prepared to die next. I had a lil taste but I didn’t relapse. Maybe I can control it this time perhaps. I’ll just need to sit and relax before the person I was comebacks and attacks me until i collapse. Don’t judge me if you don’t have all of the facts. I keep asking how am I supposed to act if I’m disconnected from reality. Sadly I feel this way on the daily. (Medicine in You)

All a Mess x2