Wash It Out

It's everything to me, yet nothing to you

So why confide in someone else with my issue?

Harbor it all to myself and I decide to hide

Then after awhile I'll start becoming a lie

They try to dig and pry to see what's inside

And at the end of the day you know what 'll say?

I'm so tired of being here

Hand me a drink, a joint, or a beer

I will ever result in using a single tear

I won't want wash it out of here

Don't know if I'm getting better or just used to the pain

With all the longevity it all feels the same

I once was high, but now I'm down on the ground

I'd rather feel nothing than have this grief stay around

But it's succumb to me, happy, I will never be

And it's that time of the day and guess what I'll still say?

I'm still so tired of being here

Hand me a drink, a joint, or a beer

When I'm this high, I'm above my greatest fear

But I just want to wash it out of here