The Three Piece Suit From Timbuktu.

You don't really get it, young one.
You waste tears on fake regrets, hopes of the nearly dead.
Empty promises fill themselves with anything they can find.
Misery loves company, but I am a complete fucking goddamn mess.
I never wanted to walk this kind of life.
I hope to God I fall asleep behind every wheel I get my hands on.
At least I would know I'd take someone with me to the dark deep.
No one deserves this life they see,
It's time to drag them down.
You thought you knew me pretty damn well.
I hope you learn a thing or two about the person I pretend to be.
I hope you keep a mental note that I am not okay as of late.
It's time to drag you down with me, my friend.
It's time to head on home.