Steve-O Creep - Flatline

I'm in outer space
I feel so out of place

I'm layin in the yard
We lightyears apart

This the hardest part
Knowing that I'm wrong
Knowing I should stop
But the pills already popped
The coke already chopped
And the liquor down to drops

I'm fina flatline on the lawn
I can't believe you're gone

I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be
Don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be

I know just what you'd say
You say drink the pain away
There ain't no other way
Ima drink it for the both of us
Snort and smoke it like it's both of us back on green lane
Feel like I'm insane

This shit don't ever end
Any money I make ima spend
On livin to die no reason why
I just need to see you
Close my eyes when I get the spins and I swear I can hear you
Jus wanna be near you
In my dreams I fear you
You ask me things I can't answer yet
I wanna be where you are with no regret

I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be
Don't even wanna be here
I don't even wanna be

Pills
Smoke
Alcohol
Pain
Slows

Pills
Smoke
Alcohol
Pain
Slows

Runnin a mile a minute
I can feel it

Phasin through the ceilin
I'm losin all of my feelin

Coulda been the one to really overdose
I was motha fuckin close

D N R
I am too far
Gone
Hate the fact I'm always on

PTSD found its home inside me
The need to be numb
The desire to bleed
Can't escape who I'm hard wired to be
Swimmin in darkness and bottomless seas
Shakin the fact that my life a disease
I need to find peace and the only thing I haven't tried

Is being deceased

Pills
Smoke
Alcohol
Pain
Slows

Written by:
Steven Reese

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