Back Here Again

I wake up with the same old nihilistic tendency I waste my life away by staying up and sleeping in And I'm the culprit of my rancid bleeding murder suicide All that potential down the drain, oh what a shame Well, it looks like I'm back here again The place where I don't care about anything I've been smoking like a gun Ever since my future went missing Retrace my footsteps to find parts of me killed by reality And further entrails from some self-inflicted bullet wounds Because I just don't care anymore, the world is cold and ugly Robbed me of my oxygen and made me breathe Well, it looks like I'm back here again The place where I don't care about anything Still water underneath my skin So bleed the part of me that holds me down If I find it in me, I can change Flowers blooming from the gore of everything A little wood glue and some screws Returns the half-heart to a whole