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Woke up at six a.

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Infomercial screaming at me

I sat up in my clothes again

With everything still dreaming at me

I’ve got to stop this ritual

Of getting drunk and dodging ghosts

Forgive me, my sordid whims

I always hurt the ones who love me most

This could be my last confession

I was talking high, searching low

For the answer in disguise

With a smile that was hurting so

I kept myself anesthetized

Everybody’s weak somewhere and

Man i ain’t too proud to share

I’m right here, right or wrong

I got no halo, you knew this all along

And you come with your blind justice

I trust you more than i trust myself

This could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye

This could be my last confession, you could be the reason why

This could be

'cause i’m sick of walking these dirty streets looking to cop

And i’m sick of looking at jails and judges and cops

And i’m sick and tired of being sick and tired of hearing myself complain

This could be my last confession, kiss the wasted days goodbye

This could be my last confession, you could be the reason why

You could be my new obsession, this could be my last confession