Young Bernie - Bowen

I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends, friends, friends, friends

Worry follows grieve like contending fellows
Somber sighs and bellows
Beg I spark a spliff and mellow
Legato cellos, symphonic sympathy
Nifty chip of humility
Just a ripple out of the periphery
Simply stated, I really wish I was sedated
Infuse my delusions with kratom and Satan
Cut with AA medallions, musta grabbed thousands
Fouled up by fucking and running
Hustling and ducking the self destruction
Conducting my train off the rails from lusting
Touching deeper than surface level
Another hour kiss and tell
Indulge my demons disguised as these feeling
Nope, saved by the bell
Scanning these Jans and Stans
I scheme my plans in advance
See where this selective messaging lands
In fact, Pouring my soul like an open bar
Splitting these stitches from open scars
Spitting my sickness just close enough to par
Yet too far gone for these few Johns and Sues I'm bound to lose
Like my dude Taylor, Hailey, Toy, Ollie, Robbie
I could keep going
These names keep flowing, but what is it showing?
Don't matter if its Addy, Oxy, or any proxy of liquor talking
Clean, mean, sloppy, every ending a copy
Another dead body in a box

I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends, friends, friends, friends

Another broken mother
Empty seat next to brother
I try not to stumble through the gutter
In search for cover from the thunder
All the clutter that you left your dad
In bags of empty questions
Digging for the blessing in the ruble of what I could have
Said to keep you comin back
Said to keep you calling back
Beg you keep from falling back
Beg you hear your message
To ease the stress and fix the mess
Rise to the test and see your blessed
Beyond the needle fiending demon
Seizin on the little feelings in your head
Too many things left unsaid
Cant even bring myself to make your bed
If only you could see the sea of human beings
Flooding this function with tears, both joyous and sad
But see I'm mad at the fact you died for nothing
That you couldn't tell me something
Mad that your smile was bluffing
Fronting like you fine but your mind's self destructing
Mad at all the wasted potential
The moment ya married needles to blood vessels
Lost sight of the essentials, man
I'm so sick of burying my friends
So sick of funeral high school reunions
So tired of pallbearing all these Scotts and Erins
Staring at indiscriminate victims of drug addiction
Wishing they'd listen
Wish they'd see the love they embody carry on to somebody
Wish they'd take the suggestions than reliving all them old lessons
They say your bottoms when you stop digging
So lose the shovel, ease the trouble
Seize the key to freedom and break out the bubble
I know I'm hurting, but I accept I'm powerless too
Not a damn thing I can do to change you
I'm crying and cursing, but I wont use
I refuse to trade my time for a intravenous noose
I'll be damned to let my father see my open casket
No way I'll be the cause of another poor mothers tragic
Tale of happy memories shatter through calamities
Just tally up the tragedies that paint up the reality that

I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends
My friends, friends, friends, friends

I'm so sick of burying my friends
I'm so sick of burying my friends

Written by:
Nicholas Shinn

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