passing the bottle

Bloody fingers
Soakin' up all over me
You can hold me accountable
For everything I won’t admit to be
If you won’t ask me
I won’t say a thing
I try not to live in the past
But it’s harder than it seems
Know that nothing will last
My heart can’t take
Another love that can’t pass
The tropes of my insanity
The hope that died inside of me
Jim bean whisky
Right next to these speakers
The more I do these drugs
The more I feel weaker
Jerry’s upstairs getting in a quick nap
I’ma chill in the basement
And write to this slap
Gotta do this shit quick
This projects 'bout done
Stop hitting us up
Just a bunch of fucking bums
Been peepin' the swag
Since day fucking one
Smoke a million cigarettes
To wreck my voice before I flop
No one will know who takes the fall
Passing the bottle back and fourth
Fuck, it’s my turn and I’ve had enough
Turn off my phone, tonight’s so rough
Pass it to me, I’m not quite done
I cannot begin to tell you
Every detail of my life
I’m still on the run
Catching up to my pace
It’s never my place
Say all behind my back
No ones in front of my face
Can’t take me anywhere
I never had really cared
Fuck you for never being there
I’m sorry if I always stare
I know I come off very weird
Been different since I shaved this beard
Been thought I was in the clear
But I couldn’t have been more wrong
Got to put it in this song
You say I’m the worst
But watch it get better
One of these days I won’t be so tethered
Our love moves with the weather
Find the right angle and
Pull on the trigger
Don’t hold back now
I’ll stand still right here
Will you put me down
Like the dog that I am
I don’t wanna pretend
I don’t wanna feel this way no more
I don’t wanna make friends
I don’t wanna pretend