I am accidentally
F*cked up on cough syrup
Again
I sipped it like whiskey
I sipped it like whiskey
I am okay, and by okay
I mean myself, my soul, my mind is
Seeping out of every pore
Of every pore, of every
I am alright, and by alright
I mean my muse has left me
And she's left hate in her place
Yeah, she has left hate in her place
Hate in her
My muse, my god, who stubborn sings
Then silence flows, and from self springs
My muse, my god, who stubborn sings
Then silence flows, and from self
I am okay, I am okay
I am okay, I am okay
I am okay, I am okay
I am okay, I am okay
My muse, my god who stubborn sings
Then silence flows, and from self springs
My muse, my god who stubborn sings
What will you bring?
What will you bring?
What will you bring?