clawing his way out of the doldrums getting sick and tired
of coke and rums we'll just have to wait and see because
he's jumped on the wagon before only to crawl and beg for
more his pride is just another casualty his pride is just
another casualty can you see beyond today's euphoric
state do you remember how you'll feel tomorrow all the
people that you hate all the times you've had to wait every
piece of food you ever ate reminds you of your fate he's
clawing his way out of a paper bag reaching for the life that
he never had and he's just one step away he's going
backwards on a two track he's going one step forward and
two steps back getting closer to gray in the end there's
only grieving all his goals inside pulled thin air can you
blame him if he's desperate there's nothing left for him to
get and he doesn't care that the people stare and they do
fucking stare