Portola (Blood Clot!) - Scrim

You did good $lick

Spaced out, always looking up

Sleepwalking, I don’t wanna wake up, no

Too many pills, body won’t budge (Won't budge)

Too many ounces, reason why I’m slumped

Rather stay numb to it, oblivious

I been up for days, delirious

Bury my emotions for periods

Deeper that I get, insidious

I’m feeling so, so broke

Damaging my lungs, chain smoke

Rather stay numb when provoked

Rather stay asleep than woke

Oh, oh, oh, here’s another sad story

Tryna work on me like a fucking laboratory

Smoke, smoke, smoke, fucking up my respiratory

I burn it up like my soul a crematory

I can’t feel my face, I can’t feel my legs

I can’t feel my arms, my body out of place

Is this the one that’s gonna do me in?

Will there come a day I don’t have to pretend?

Will there come a time my past don’t haunt me?

Will there come a time I wanna feel something?

Ain’t no happy endings where I’m from, no

The day you born, your grave’s already dug, yeah

I got therapists for day-ays and they all talk the same

Road to hell is paved with the best intentions

Tryna dig up through my layers for what’s already missing

Spaced out, always looking up

Sleepwalking, I don’t wanna wake up, no

Too many pills, body won’t budge (Won't budge)

Too many ounces, reason why I’m slumped

Rather stay numb to it, oblivious

I been up for days, delirious

Bury my emotions for periods

Deeper that I get, insidious

I’m feeling so, so broke

Damaging my lungs, chain smoke

Rather stay numb when provoked

Rather stay asleep than woke