Pursuit of Distraction

(I'm not doing well, I'm really really not doing well)

(I like that)

(I've never been clean, and I don't plan on getting clean)

(Jesse)

(I'm a piece of shit)

Got so much pressure on me giving me a heart attack

I made it so damn far for nothing ain't no turning back

The lights go out I hit the stage my vision turns to black

I thought that this would make me happy what the fuck is that,

In my head

Thinkin' bout the options

Theoretical nonsense

It's tellin' me to end it all

Got my back against the wall

The depression never ends like I'm cemented to my bed

Going over and over everything that you ever said to me

I honestly wish you were dead to me

But you're not, in my head

I've been thinkin' bout you I know you haven't thought of me

We could take a flight to Paris then catch one down to Belize

But you don't want that,

You don't want the nice guy you want the one that talks back

Got me screamin' fuck that yeah

Over and over and over and over and over again

I'm constantly taming the demons that fightin' inside of my head

I'm hoping that one day there's gonna be an escape at the end

Of the road of the pursuit of distraction

I don't want to do this any more

You're gonna find me one day strung out on the floor

It doesn't matter if you're rich or piss poor,

You're on the road to the pursuit of distraction

Sorry this was lovely but I'll be long gone by the mornin'

And there was static with us but it was far too distorted

You need me to be supportive

But I can't let no one into this lil' world that I'm forming

Tell me again,

But don't say it too fast the weed I need has got me feelin' kinda bent

And I read between the lines a little too much I'm gettin in my head sometimes,

I wonder where my money spent sometimes,

I think I'm richer than I am

(I am)

But I know I'm better than I think, I always hear it from her friends

Momma say that I'm a prodigy

How come I can't do apologies

I jus tell it how it ought to be

I hope the finish is far for me

This shit the start of my odyssey

Hope this the part of my life where I finally feel like I belong

Hopefully I don't see happiness as a distraction ain't felt it in so very long

I lose my sanity, searching for revenge

In this fantasy,

We know it ain't pretend

And they've been callin' me a psycho

Maybe they're right how long am I post to be high for

Over and over and over and over and over again

I'm constantly taming the demons that fightin' inside of my head

I'm hoping that one day there's gonna be an escape at the end

Of the road of the pursuit of distraction

I don't want to do this any more

You're gonna find me one day strung out on the floor

It doesn't matter if you're rich or piss poor,

You're on the road to the pursuit of distraction

(Ya)

(Jmar, let's fucking go)