Running to Chris

Make time, make time

For my music show

Last night, last night

I got drunk, hell, I regret it all

It's aggressive, so pathetic

The inner-workings of this brain

Jump on, jump off

A normal life, enough to go insane

And I don't think I'd just say some shit

Finish my drink and then I will split

Like a douchebag, like a nitwit

Like an untrained dog, an issued threat

An empty bag of flavored chips

A gift of damn fireworks for the function

Sunshine, sunshine

This summer never ends

A lot like last summer

I wasn't stoked, I cannot pretend

Things move, it's rapid-fire

Sequels to prequels, it's all been done

I too am rapid-fire

A single atom split out infinite on

And I won't snitch, I'll just say some shit

Make everyone uncomfortable and then just split

Like an edgelord, like a hard-on

Like a untrained dog, a piece of shit

An empty glass, a skinny bitch

Analyst circles of introspection

I hope it's cause enough for an intervention