Fuckit

When i think about all that i love it's uncomplicated
Wife son nature style honor rhythm bravery heart
Considering all the things i hate i get intoxicated
Imagining all the ways i'd find to tear it all apart
 
i´m a sweet person a wanderer a thing a lover
Don't ask where i've been i won't ask who you are
And if in the midst of reasoning you discover
That i'm closer than you thought when from afar
 
Zombies get in my way they eat my brain
Slow lumbering indecisive imbecilic lost ants
Sometimes i wonder if it's worth the pain
Fuckit i'm drunk where the hell are my pants