Hell - Donovan Wolfington

So I

I can help myself

I need no one else

Just to tell me

The world is my oyster

And everything’s great

Cause I know that it’s not

All you fucks are the same

All I need’s being drunk with my best friends at night

More tattoos and more friends who hate things that I don’t like

«Well is that what you live for

To tell yourself you’re not sure

To realize at the end of the day you’re useless»

I know

That my dad was right

With all of his advice

I should’ve listened

But maybe these experiences

Hold some sort of epiphany

Like that the finer things in life to me

Are high life friends and my family

But I’m happiest when I’m alone

Smoking cigarettes and thinking in the cold

It’s a long way down

When you’re 6 feet underground

And success is a state of mind that I’ll never fully reach

Because what’s the point

If there’s even a point

Life’s a reoccurring hangover

I can’t fucking sleep it off

I’m fucked and that’s the way I like it

So God

He can’t save us now

He’s in our living hell

And he knows that

I’m still sick and tired

Of just being fucked

On this brass bed of nails

That keeps puncturing my lungs

I keep closing my eyes and breathing in deep

All the colors are gone and I can finally sleep

It’s a long way down

When you’re 6 feet underground

It’s a long way down

When you’re 6 feet underground

It’s fucked