you can sleep when youre dead

the end of another cigarette
what do i do
everythings a mess im so stressed
just trying to find something clean to get dressed in
just to keep from being arrested
now what you do if someone told you all you'd ever do is nothing
just staring through headphones music blaring spending all your time on your lines where you keep your caring
every single day working life away
rubbing the two dimes in your you pocket figuring out away to get a hand on your next meal next job next place to lay your head
when every cent spent feels like a bet
now what do you do

thats how it beats in these streets you think solving problems makes it nice
thing is there are always more rising up disounting your vice
if you could put it all in packed ice and send it all away
remember the ice melts and itll come back in another way and it seems worse when nothing works
have you ever tried to wash it all away, drink away, think away, fuck away, drug away and nothings for sure all that i can say i cant rest

all the while you compile the words
and you spread them out before you inspiration ignores you yet you push ahead
you can always rest when youre dead and you know
safety isnt the issue its how the story goes
to which you rather die than give up what you live
sweating at your reflection in the dark screaming wake up you son of a bitch