bad shit

Time flies by

We all grow old

Days, weeks, months, years even, I'm deep in

Some kind of shit

The wrong kind of shit

Even when the sunlight shines a-bright, when all celebrate, decorate

I will sit in the darkness, I won't come through (come through)

Even when the days of rabbits, and fat men in red approach

I'm curled up in a ball, eating last nights vomit before going to the mall

A couple hours later, I'm at the mall