You'd think I would've stopped to think what she was thinking
But I was drinking
And I've been doing that the last couple weekends
And the weekdays, every evening
And every reason that I oughta have
Is off the wagon with me so it's awful bad
Take like 12 steps but I'd walk em back
And she was talking back, well really just responding
I yawned, then I swear she started cocking back
I stopped and laughed
Told her change is in the air but I'm congested
And man was never meant to be aware so I depress it
She said at least you finally admitting you're depressed
And I said bitch and then she slapped me but I get it, I regret it
I never heard a door slam harder when she left it
Never got a text but shit I think I get the message
Finally got to bed but still can't tell you where my head is
Man it's likely I'll be sleeping before I finish
(Fore I finish the sentence)
I'll likely need love songs off the setlist, and
A couple-fifths of whatever fits best with
A lotta ego, soda water, and breath mints
A cup of THC whenever my chest hits
I hope I see straight, beeline to the next chick
Uber to the liquor store peace sign on a necklace
War in my mind, crossing bottles off a checklist
But that shit is never ending, is this heaven
(Is this heaven or hell)