Writing Your Own Obituary.

It's 2 AM, and I'm thinking about death all over again
And it's been a long, cold winter the summer can't heal this sting
The dry spots lingering around my mouth mean nothing to me
Nothing is gonna happen with this.
Nothing can bring me back to the year I've missed
Pissing away into the wind like a drunkard on a binge.
Like a drunkard on a binge, I've felt the pain hit my heart,
It'll hit again and I won't be prepared for it
The seasons will keep changing
and the desert will take our thirst to a new level of desperation
Let the buzzards take me
This mirage is better than what waits at home for me
I'm growing out of myself, I'm shedding skin
I'm losing everything all over again