I Stole Things from Chris Houlihan's Room but You Can't Prove It

I am not a-fucking-mused.
Where is my fucking muse?
The news is too much, it’s fucked up
My youth fell off the back of a dump truck
I haven’t had blood in my mouth in days.
I’m holding my dick screaming sex pays
I’m afraid of dying but I crave it.
Every worm I kill I save it
Make me a root beer float with the poison in it, we can split it.
I’m angry ‘cause someone stole my blanket as a child
I’m angry cuz this bathroom has mismatched tiles
I keep coughing but it’s from weed not Corona Virus.
Charlie Brown ratted bout the blanket. Fuck all the lame bitches
Imma get a hold of Linus and beat his fictional ass ‘til I’m found naked
In a parking lot stabbing a trashcan on a bunch of painkillers.
Keep telling me how much you don’t like my attitude I’ll marry your father and
buy him a winter coat and he’ll show you his gratitude.
Jackknife powerbomb a goat off the roof.
When I go hard, I’m the goat off the roof.
I’m known for strangling optimism with reality.
I’m choking myself with my shoelaces just to pass time.
Cut off all my hair ‘cause It was too long like my damn life.
I could slit my fucking wrists now and end it all trouble free.
But I left the knife I’d wanna use in a submarine.
Rocko’s Modern Life and chill?
I got jelly beans, you can have the ones I don’t like. Is that cool homeslice?
Why does every date night end with me searching out a gravesite?
Why does every fight end up creeping into the next night?
Go to hell.
Built a raft out of bibles and that shit sank, quicker than the level on my
drink. I’m doing fine.
Get out of my mind
I’m sick of this life with no choices, the voices are running the show.
It’s not even me, it’s just us now and all our thoughts painted black
We want our mind back. We want our mind back