The Towel

I really want to die sometimes, but I don't want my mother to cry

I don't want to do a suicide, but I get why some people try

Morbid thoughts that I never had, when my destiny was truly sad

I could always have a change of heart, but it won't be the positive kind

Disassociating, forever contemplating, throwing in the towel

I used to have a backup plan, and a plan when that didn't work out

Every one of them was self-destruction, head never leaving the clouds

Keep it going, keep your brain from thinking. Keep them coming, keep the whole room drinking

Thinking's all I ever do these days, and it keeps all my friends away