I'm staring out the window on the second floor, and I watch the world beneath me
A million demons in my head; sometimes I wish I were dead
I need a smoke, I need a drink, so I can cope with the bullshit I think
I fry my brain in a chemical night, get rid of the headache from the booze last night
I wanna get out of this f*cking situation, only doing things out of sheer frustration
And the lows are temporary, and the highs seem secondary, and everything is momentary, everything is secondary