It's just another melancholy winter
No shelter from the rain so the heavens watch me wither
I just need a pen and pad and a couple of shots of liquor
Got a strong self hatred, but I got a stronger liver
Just painting these somber pictures cause life is odd and bitter
I'm holding onto these memories trying to not forget her
She's all that I ever needed, I'm writing songs cause I miss her
Maybe one day I'll hear back, I promise I'm not a quitter
And if you hear this vеrse, I honestly hope you lovе yourself
Cause you're beauty's truly something else
I just copped an ounce so if you want we can take those vinyls from the shelf
And take an expedition to another realm
I just don't wanna underwhelm
I know this life ain't shit without a couple L's
But losing you has broken me like fucking hell
So this is all that I can do
Spill my heart into a song for you
And hope that it can help you when you got the blues

It's just me alone in solitude, taking hella bong rips
Putting together song riffs hoping they'll start a mosh pit
I'm fucking graduated now, that shit is crazy
I'm entering the world with expectations they will hate me
So maybe I should cop a house away from society
So when the tours are over, I have ways to tame the anxieties
I ain't tryna have these cameras invading my privacy
Probably somewhere down the road I'll end up chasing sobriety

But for now I'm just watching grey skies through the palm trees
Everyday I hate life but this calms me
Painting pretty pictures with with the pen that channels everything
I'm just tryna find my definition of serenity
And everywhere I go I'm tryna find that inspiration
I would dwell across the earth and see a thousand different nations
And perform in every one to show what I've been creating
And just hope by 30 I'll be rich and famous
But I've been walking down this road and I see nothing but the blackness
Chiefing off this blunt for some comfort in the sadness
My arm is dripping blood but I ain't covering the gashes
I'm busy writing lyrics I can publish to the masses
I might go to space after a couple hits of acid
But best believe I'm returning with a bunch of frickin' classics
Reality is mad so I'll be numb until the casket
Believe me when I say I'm fantastic