French airways

You can just shoot me in the head, I don't mind since I can't sleep anyway
And it's nice knowing that you have guaranteed sleep
And no leeway for depression and anxiety and personality disorders
The walls of my mind painted with blood is better than the cold white of mental hospital walls
But it's not nice because you don't get to enjoy the little pleasures of life
Like a French airways flight back to the US
Or the warmth of a fleece blanket...
Or the recovery of some stolen shit.
When will I have my sweet moment?
I am done with being romanticized and polished, so it's over
Because AHH! THE ROBBERS!
(Or the normal people I guess now)
They've put a bullet in my head!
No shoes, no glitter, no glitz. I am filthy rich.
and now I am free, so goodnight.