None of this works

I wish I was sober

mornings are often quiet and cold

I wish it was dawn

I had to dissemble

Feels are forever and I stay up too late

Wondering when I'll get to heaven

conversations with satan always end well

Wish I could leave but nothing feels better

than a pat on the head from the greatest of evils

Wish I could swing from the swing-sets down under

rise to the top and recollect all my sins

I wish I had everything I wish I had everything

I wish I had everything

It's definitely sink or swim.