Self Preservation

Oh how I ache for the old days
Don’t let me fall asleep
Sinking back into my old ways
Fucked up six days a week
Yeah I called but I hung up
Another day another time
Go ahead good luck
I’ll be better when I die
I sleep like I’ve lived to long
Fucked up six days a week
Get to kiss you in my best poems
I write like I can’t speak
Go get lost with someone else now
I hear she’s got great eyes
Fuck it all good luck
I’ll be damned if I can’t die