With so much talent
it’s safe to say what I’ll become,
but living life sober
is just no fun.
Shooting for the stars;
die by the gun.
I do it for the thrill,
and to remain numb.
That’s my prerogative.
I wanna last with somebody.
Love until I fall;
drunk as a hobby.
Popping all of my past mistakes.
How many will I take?
Enough to escape,
this cannot be reality.
