No Cure For Dysfunction

Drinking like a cure, 

picking my own poison.

We’ll all die eventually.

And I’ve never heard the story… '

“That b***h smoked so much weed it killed her”

 it’s 420 somewhere right?

 I’ll take two shots of whatever,

 keep it coming until I’m numb.

 No less stress but at least it’s gone for the moment.

 It won’t cure me, there’s no cure for dysfunction.

 But reckless and dysfunctional go hand in hand.

 No need to lie, no need to front.

 I'm the merchandise that broke before the store realized.

 Damaged, people can hope for my future

 but my hope for them is lost.

 People are looking for happily ever after

 and I know loves a lost cause.

 There’s no way to fix dysfunctional,

 so pick your poison.

 Two shots of whatever

 so the numbness will surface

 or a clouded mind or 9.