My Stomach Feels Like My Throat's Been Cut

Oh Its a simple thing self discipline 

Its a simple thing I'm told

'Cause I might just get wrecked

Oh its a simple thing self discipline

Its a simple thing I'm told

'Cause I might just get wrecked

I'm fuckin' broke

At the moment

I'm lost

I've got no hope

Of making no success of myself

Oh no



This is me

Oh, is this me?

Physically

This is me

This is me

Oh, is this me?

Pathetically

This is me



???



If this is what I meant by being blissfully content

Empty pockets and an empty stomach

I'm more deluded then I ever pretended to be

What a waste, what a waste, what a waste I've witnessed

If I tried could've been, could've been more than this



Woo!



I'll fold 'cause I'm faulted

I'll hold 'cause I've halted

It's a pixelated way to say

I'm on the way out

And I'll grow when I'm crushed

And I'll talk when I'm touched

And It's a civilised way

Of trying to speak and not shout