Bottoms Up
Blurred vision, blurred mind.
Wait whats the time?
No memory, no sound.
How did i end up on the ground?
Hard to breathe, hard to see.
What the fuck have i done to me?
Feeling sick and feeling down.
All i know how to do is frown.
Drink, vomit, drink, vomit.
I dont know how to stop it.
One more drink, one more blunt.
Fuck this world you're all cunts.
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