Carry The Casket

The Shit And The Fan Are Now More Than Acquainted

Thank god for this sort of humiliation for always letting me know my place:
Knee deep in problems I create
Knee deep in feelings I can't make
Subside or just go the fuck away
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I don't need a drink and I don't feel like getting high
I just wanna crawl into a fucking hole and die
Do me the simple favor of not trying to cheer me up
Stop telling me what I'd wanna hear, because everything is fucked
Hello pavement, I've missed you so
You're the only place that truly feels like home