Shoulda been dead last year
I'm a cashier
Had my family mourn me, every morning I'm aghast
Here I lie unrested
Divinely unaffected
Perspective 'bout the same except I left expensive messes
Torrent in my psyche
Torture lurks in my dreams
I think I killed a kid and it is giving me anxiety
I'm stuck in this society
It's still an impropriety
To me I'm still a nihilist
I'm still mixed up so violently

Shoulda took another path
I should've turned around
Had I hadn't had someone I wouldn't have been found
Got into philosophy I found some shit I like
But I just can't shake it off of me, I feel so dead inside
My feet contact the surface but the gravity subsides
Carried by the tide I've arrived but still I'm dry
The earth's still solid
Unyielding and unpolished
Still dishonest, still in conflict
It still offers little solace

Living in the the moment cause I broke my brain
There's snow, drive slow, look both ways
Feeling like a ghost, like I've overstayed
Go home, fold clothes, soak the plates
Still feel a sense of doom and my soul is frayed
Roast to be frozen, dispose of waste
I try to see the future but my focus fades
Load a bowl, light a smoke, close the shades