Exempt
There's so many things in this life that I won't get,
No wedding rings, no wife and I'll never have no debt,
I won't be having happiness but I'll make her smile,
I won't even get half a kiss but the past is just me waiting for trial,
My jury of peers has had me worried for years,
I toss and turn as my thoughts confirm my earliest fears,
Am I doomed to stay alone? Could anyone love me?
Just lie and tell me you trust me, my life's a continuous cut scene,
The happy ending never comes, there's no resolution,
Just a sad beginning and I run from my substance abuse, and
Havin' to puke into a bag until there's nothin' to puke, and
I'm livin' proof that we're all slaves to our favorite pollutant...
Jesus, these demons inside of me keep playin' hide and seek,
They scream when I try to sleep and peacefully dream of sobriety,
I need to just try and see some other side of society,
But I sigh and I quietly curse my memory for reminding me...
Drinking's the best solution, it levels my head,
I hear echoes instead of seeing no rose petals in bed,
It sucks when you know you've lost more than you'll ever gain,
But fuck it, some men are just exempt and I can't explain,
Some of us never find a soulmate, we wither and rot,
Whether or not we ever cultivate life we give it a shot,
We listen a lot, we don't say much, our description is not
A resistance to flock....
We're just pidgeons tryin' not to put our shit on you when you walk...
Believin' the evilest intentions of people is lethal shit,
But the legal system just hits 'em and leaves families in pieces, if
You're free you just don't even know how lucky you are,
Somebody's bar of soap just got em' butt-fucked in the yard,
Stuck in the car in a traffic jam but my master plan
Is to laugh again when I'm done reminiscing my past again,
I followed her closely, An alcoholic who knows me,
Ballsy and nosy, shes' up all fuckin' day with no sleep,
I won't see if she decides she doesn't like me,
My habits will decide if she damages my fragile actual psyche...
This young lady will make me take too many daily pills,
But lately thrills haven't been regulated like payin' bills,
Life doesn't get easier, you just get used to it,
Whatever you do, do it with passion after you get through with it,
Forget the worst days and remember the best,
All your good birthdays and the best regular sex,
Exceptional lessons are taught, the rest is a test,
And if you were blessed I guess God just lives in your chest,
And even being exempt from the feeling that's meant
Means I can just see human beings and the reason they vent,
I know I'm too much of a burden to ask any one person
To get me over my shit and stay sober and quit jerkin',
I spit every sick verse and tell you what I'm feeling,
I'm exempt from joy, being happy alone is my emotional ceiling...
links in like an hour I'm gonna hit the driving range and clear my head a bit and I'll be back. Good chance to guarantee an RTF for you early birds with a piece of your own!