Trash

It's a garage filled land
And I'm just a piece of trash
But I am okay
Please
Don't ask
Cause I'm on the verge of another crash

I'm no longer waiting
For things to go my way
Cause it's just another day
I will surely find my way

I will kick and i will
scream
I'm a punk
And here's my dream
I'm well rested
And I have a bottle of Jim Beam

But here's the funny truth
I'm a restless
Depressed member
Of the lost and of the youth

I'm a drinker
Not a thinker
Not a teacher
Just a feature
Of another
Clueless
And lost case

Punching walls
And roaming halls
When can I get some alcohol?
I just don't want anything
Else
At all

I need something
For this headache
Is there anything
That can make
All this anger and depression fade?

I need cash
A place to crash
I feel dirt
I feel like trash
And my life is going by way too fast

Working
Not just jerkin
Not just fucking around
Screaming with the music
It's turned up loud
I don't care if people think
That I'm dressed like a clown

Ask me how I'm doing
What career I am pursuing
Cause
I'll just laugh and say fuck off