Can Of Peaches

Stopped drinking
Didn't look back
Today I have been thinking
Maybe I want to fall off track
 
All this pressure
So much anxiety
You can't even measure
 
It's all her fault
As in her, I mean me
The addict I try to keep locked in my vault
 
Everyday, it's the same shit
Another wreck, added stress
Again I get hit
Internally I'm a mess
 
I am expected to simply pick up my pieces
Paint on a smile
Then pretend like life is fucking peaches
Done with all my diseases
 
Screech yells the tracks
Oh look, I've fallen off
Forlorn, I look back
I tell myself it is just a pit stop
 
Already built a new block
A new wall
I just want to halt
The ticking of the clock
I don't want to feel these feelings
No, not at all


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