I’m coming out the crysallis.
Like “What is this s***?
Screw this, I’m going back in.”
Because lifes a trip
I don’t want to take.
Rather sit down inside puffing on half a bake.
Is life worth it? Is it just a mistake?
All of these questions need to stop for my sanity’s sake.
So I’m sleeping in my basement.
Where the sun can’t shine
Because the only thing I see out there is pain in sight.
I’ll just strike a light. Find the shrooms and take a bite.
My headhurts now, goodnight.
(Fancy s*** vocals go here)
Gimme some more syrup, I think I have a cough. Oh thats it. Oh. I think. Im. Drifting off…
The Caterpillar and his Empty Jar.
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