I’ve got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow.
Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go.
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache.
I’m contemplating rope, but can’t tie knots that great.
Who needs love? NOT ME!
Who needs friends? I GOT ME!
Who needs drugs? ME!
Who needs sex? I GOT ME!
I love you too anon
Feel free to talk to me
Cause I have no friends ;u;