Written while drunk, when the truth comes out.

Tuesday night you done nothing, spoke to no one.
Got nothing but tomorrow and that girl to go on.
No such thing as sleep any more, just the wait 'till tomorrow.
Just a wait while you contemplate 8 years of sorrow.
Black coffee and a million videos on YouTube.
About eight hours for you do to whatever you choose.
Suck up half of a bottle that got left in your kitchen.
Lubricates your thoughts, eases your mind of friction.
Release the second you that nobody else sees.
He delves into the hell of me aged just 16.
In just five hours, you'll be sitting in chemistry.
You'll have tuned out emotion and reduced the intensity.
Filling in blanks, taking down like a printer.
That's a shadow of the person that know you really are.
But still you turn back to feelings that are familiar.
Contemplate the great state inside that's slowly killing ya'.

I know that I'm two people, who do you see?
One's a bit crazy, the other is me.
Then who is the third guy, the judgemental person?
Observing the curving of my mental diversion.

When it's been this long since you laid to rest.
Minutes become hours, today is the next.
Are you ever awake, or forever asleep.
Or falling into darkness, the deepest of deeps.
The blurriest turbulence, of mystery and wonder.
Unfathomable blackness into which your mind plunders.
No escape and no meaning, no relieve to breath.
No lifestyle to follow, no gods to believe.
No dreams to chase and no thing to achieve.
No desire to follow old footsteps and leave.
Unfinished business what is this forgive this.
Witness to his miss, that lived this and is missed.
Not afraid to die, if for a worthy cause.
Not if I've lived my life without clicking on pause.
Live in the right now, do whatever you feel.
It's dog eat dog, I lie, cheat and I steal.

I know that I'm two people, who do you see?
One's a bit crazy, the other is me.
Then who is the third guy, the judgemental person?
Observing the curving of my mental diversion.

yh, chorus is this.....

I know that I'm two people, who do you see?
One's a bit crazy, the other is me.
Then who is the third guy, the judgemental person?
Observing the curving of my mental diversion.