I fell asleep
Time at the time was mixed and matched
Memories of evenings past
Convoluted into a looping mash
Not a good phase
No good days
No words saved me from myself
I would say, "I don't need your help"
Ignorance and resourcefulness
Led into a pit of hopelessness
Left me feeling dry and sly
Even if I was fully sick
I was testy with the fester
I never watched that weather
Eyes stared straight into the ground and waited for that rotting to occur
I was amazed at how ways of caring less about love
And more about drugs had me building an ego
Forgetting fear and trust
And to the dear I lust after
Filling your ears with chump chatter
I had no motive but I knew what I captured
Here's what I gathered
I'm not dumb and I wasn't a negative person
But when you spend your days trying to worsen what you really should encourage
The minute that your mind gets back to working
You got to clear it of that bird shit
Burned in curses hurt worse if you flirt with perfect

Pet me like I'm drugged up
Like the days that lasted til sunup
A methadonia dumbfuck
Piles of powders left by dumptrucks
Hundreds of comeups just to get down
Stay down, stay fucked up
Haven't eaten in days and I feel great
No questions
Who needs a thrill when you can stay in your comfortable depression
If it wasn't the pill that pulled the slipknot it at least increased the tension
And baby we're so good at just hanging out
Swing danced away momentum from the chandelier in my house
I fucking doubt I would've had it any other way
A hard headed good egg on his good days wasn't hearing what you say
I live for hear and just today
In the now and just to play
Awful mind-state, and fake
Insufflate what I put on this plate
I hate how I could've been great
I take for granted all the chances you gave
I fixed my ways and now I'm trying learn how to save
But every night it still feels like I got two feet in a six foot grave
If you cheat death he'll come back one day
Give him a reason to wait.

Lige Newton:

I fell asleep
without a single memory
of what my mother would mean
with every kiss,
and every tuck of my bedsheets.
she never left,
she only said goodnight.

was she so proud
when there is no promises in prediction.
pick your weapon of choice
and choose your addiction.