20 Missed Calls

Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance I cry tears of 40 proof salt And the vodka doubles back to my palate I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist It's like it pulls me down I'm sinking into it Mind running wild like I missed my dose of Ritalin I know The words in my Iphone Are probably right I pull my covers down I'm getting sick of this Stomach turns over cause there's nothing in my system but bile Oh it's been a while Since I've been alright Oh I've got this feeling that I hurt somebody The cigarette burn on my shoulder's throbbing To make it all worse I don't know who saw me I hate that my curse is my only hobby Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance I cry tears of 40 proof salt And the vodka doubles back to my palate I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist This isn't happiness I traded ignorance for sappiness And bludgeoned my emotions till they acquiesced That all that I feel Gets forced into my bottle I'll play human calculus Run the numbers on your realness I carry my ones when my ego can't feel shit I lose my mind Halfway down the bottle So I'm a stranger to grace, and having stable talks The words come out with no brace, the conversation walks And that's the hurt that I hate, I'd rather sticks and rocks I feel the safest escape is in a trace of chalk Cause I've had 6 beers and 20 missed calls Oh the trait that I've been missing is balance I cry tears of 40 proof salt And the vodka doubles back to my palate I wish the pain was as fleeting as the happiness I wish my shame didn't make me such a masochist