I bite my nails, I twirl my hair
Shaking hands and stuttered words
A half smile, a vacant stare
Stumbling, fumbling all my nerves
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash, from you cigarette
I'm the last schwill, in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor
An empty bottle, a broken mirror
Self prescribed to make things clearer
Another drink straight down the hatch
I wake up to the aftermath
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash, from you cigarette
I'm the last schwill, in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor
I wake up to another day
Take a breath of nicotine
Continue the cycle of decay
Living a life of disarray
I am the trash under your feet
I am the ash, from you cigarette
I'm the last schwill, in you bottle
I'm the used condom on your motel floor