Gutted

Well, I was gutted Well, I felt soft So, I took to drinking With the hopes of getting lost When you're always losing Well, it's hard to see your wins When I start using And I'm numb again Well, I've been highballing Through a playground zone Though I know there's nothing Nothing left for me there no more At night I take to walking Down lonely dead end roads With the hopes one might catch me Well, God knows I won't I often think I could hop on plane And it all go away But I'd be a fool to think my burdens Are something I don't carry For I can't leave them at the gates With the rest of my worries They might not see me for a while For I've gone in a hurry They might not see me for a while For I've gone in a hurry My name is something That my parents gave to me Well, lately I disassociate When it's hollered out at me Well, I've been tangled up in, the dichotomy Well, in the notion of the disbelief That what will be will be I often think I could hop on plane And it all go away But I'd be a fool to think my burdens Are something I don't carry For I can't leave them at the gates With the rest of my worries They might not see me for a while For I've gone in a hurry They might not see me for a while For I've gone in a hurry