Am/Pm

Windows down with a frown

Ash on my jeans

Been up eatin' beans

These scenes keep on flashin' inside of my head

But I'd rather be dead, got no bread, outta meds

I can't find no tranquility

Put me outta my misery

Insomnia drivin' me mental

So I put on a front like golds on my dental

My life's accidental

At the drop of a pencil

I might flash out and shoot every motherfucker

While I'm drivin' a rental

Oh, no, don't tempt me

I ain't slept in six weeks

Haven't ate since Wednesday

Goddamn, I'm empty

I fall asleep, but I don't wanna rise out of bed

Escape to my dreams, I hope some of them wet

The sun shinin' bright as I open my eyes

And then close up the blinds and wish that I was dead

Some people wanna call me a pussy

Some people wanna call me a bitch

Some people wanna tell me that it ain't that bad

Lift up that chin

I wonder what they after I slice my wrists

Two slits, I'm gone in the endless abyss

One way street and I need a fuckin' lift

If sleep is the cousin of death

I guess me and $lick countin' sheep till we outta breath

I mean, shit

Pour-pourin' my emotions in a styrofoam cup

Gulping it down till I don't give a fuck