Bad Thought Pace

Punctured septic tank when you’re unconscious

Did not want to see the contents

Now it’s flowing never stopping

Shove these thoughts away you try the blocking

But this wave of s**t is never stopping

Try to think, and you can’t hear your conscience

Clear your head you hit your noggin

Like Pushin sand away, it always fall in

These bad thoughts are never stopping

It gets better

But your head is still the same

Life bored plain Jane

Thinking of taking an airplane

And flyin it straight into, my head

Sometimes I wish that I. was. dead

But I’m scared of being dead

So I lay there in bed with that pounding in my head and I

Can’t take

No I can’t take more

Much more

Is it murder if there’s two of me?

I can’t sustain the lunacy

I heard her say she through with me but

It’s just not getting through you see

I keep on trying but with D’s

I’m always crying, why

can’t I, do anything right

Blew up on her again last night

In our last fight I brought something to light

Something I did that’s not right

It’s not often that I fight

But lately I don’t feel right

I’m getting mad so easily

Time’s getting slow like glue you see

But even though the days are slow

They pass me on right by