(Happy Tooth)
Yo! Wake up! The party's over. Get the fuck off my couch.
(Aw fuck, where the fuck am I?)
I woke up and everybody had left.
I took a half step and tried to catch breath.
I'm passed wrecked and I never quit working.
I won't be content until the rent's spent,
and works burning.
I've been rappin, wrapped in the passion,
not to cash in fast, and I half grinned
at the reaction I had when I took action to
grab pens and stab men
and kill all of my whack friends.
I've had the spins for multiple years now.
I hear sound and it gets translated to blank faces
and weird frowns.
We're down, but I swear we'll get up again.
Tell all my drunken friends,
to take the rum and gin
and learn to fuckin swim in another trend
cause our slumps pretend.
Like, poverty, robbery, hypocrisy,
philosophies of crossed beliefs,
constantly talking me into prophecies
of dishonesty awkwardly.
I'm only getting sadder,
I'm only getting weirder.
My last words'll be laughter
or whatever you hear first.
But these ears hurt,
and I'm hungry though so
I'm running home.
I gotta let somebody know
we're running low
and write another fucking poem
about how we'll be unknown
until after the guns shown.

Running out of patience,
running out with bare feet.
Ripping up these pages but
failures never scared me.
Running out of pavement,
coming down the airs sweet.
Filling up the day's with
anything that impairs me.

But we can't come home
until we're done though.
The sun shows
what the blood soaked tongue spoke
aloud now we're down
in the crowd of evil people.
Seeking misleading peaceful
lethal needles they need still.
And I just wanna figure it out
but they're sitting us down
to get our signatures now.
It's getting harder to make apathy romantic.
Am I a martyr if I casually demand it?
It's all semantics we can't quit analyzing and defining.
Trying to find the right thing and die like kings.
So I'll write a new song
but I'll die with my boots on.
I tried to read the bible but that shit was too long.
Whose gone? And how do we remove the blood clot?
It's tough to pay attention when you're only thinking fuck off.
Some cops would probably call us hooligans.
But we'll never go to school again.
Never needed it to use a pen.
One of these days I"m gonna wake up
Instead of stay stuck.
My paintbrush won't paint the same stuff as
these fake fucks....
Wait, what?
I'm lost, and sweatin bullets.
I don't have to make up problems
and depressing bullshit
when its everywhere I look
and all I'm ever full with.
The stomach that ate itself
was full of knots.
No loose ends.
And the truth is....

Everybody's gone.
The party's over.
Every thing is wrong
and you're hardly sober.
Alone at last,
you're on your own again.
With a broken mask
and serotonin spent. x2

Tell me all your problems
I'll tell you mine.
Sell me all your toxins
cause Hell's divine.
Dwell on what's forgotten
and jealous lies.
Live life with caution
but these cells divide.
Ask what went wrong
but the well is dry.
Half of it is rotten
but the smell is fine.
Laugh at the option
but the helps a crime.
End up in a coffin
with embellished eyes.
I feel like I did
but I haven't given up yet.
So steal all my shit while I get beaten
like a drumset.
The sun set and yesterday was like today.
I'm wide awake and I just wanna drive away
or find a grave in a violent way
that feels like a blade.
I swear I'm okay.
But I'm ending my charade
wearing a silent face.
The fireplace is an acquired taste.
I'll be burning my mistakes
inside the flames.