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Bluelighter
this is a lyric that I wrote a while ago . . . I can't believe I never posted it before . . . I love it, even if it is kind of a downer . . .
more coffee, still waiting
what's this uncertainty I'm facing
call her again, still debating
not too eager, but inside I'm screaming
"where the fuck are you?"
but you see the truth in my meaning
another cup, fill it up
need to stay awake in this place
then spot the boy dok, yeah that's what's up
time to go pump vodka, get crushed
notorious like big papa
such a lush
hit the spot with a vengeance
is this my penance?
no girl but multiple substance admittance?
I'm finished
back to the spot, nights alone so long
think maybe I'll write a song . . .
[chorus]
push it all out
I just want to forget
pain and last memories
all I ever get (repeat)
another day, another dollar
but at night, alcoholic squalor
still out bending, why don't I just call her?
to the head, sniff sniff, not trying to see my bed
reminds me of her
puff puff, why can't she hear what I said?
she knows my feelings . . .
"nah, no more osc, my head is peeling"
dok takes off
can't he see that I'm reeling?
fuck it, staying out on the loner
the things I could have shown her
"keep, vodka and tonic, nah, I still haven't phoned her"
I'm just lost in a haze of rejection
amplified by chemical ingestion
got this lovesick infection
I'm guessin I should visit home base
it's Tuesday
buy the news, shit, it's Friday
must be off my face . . .
[chorus]
its been three months since convo
or maybe four
chemical whore, my drinks gone mondo
pronto callin dok
I need some illicit substances
what's that tune, don't know what cut this is
I used to be the quickest cat on the block
tick tock, tick tock, where the fuck could he be
I'm in pain, thinking
I'm really in need
the thoughts drift
I used to think of someone
something
somehow I was miffed
knock knock, yo time to get slapped
my boys are here, what's the haps, what's the haps?
sad news (name bleeped) just passed
life's short it never lasts
"where's my drugs? man, quit talkin nonsense
I'm aching, I'm sore, I need to get minced
give me my tincture . . . "
he shows me a picture
. . . goddamn, now I remember . . .
[chorus]
more coffee, still waiting
what's this uncertainty I'm facing
call her again, still debating
not too eager, but inside I'm screaming
"where the fuck are you?"
but you see the truth in my meaning
another cup, fill it up
need to stay awake in this place
then spot the boy dok, yeah that's what's up
time to go pump vodka, get crushed
notorious like big papa
such a lush
hit the spot with a vengeance
is this my penance?
no girl but multiple substance admittance?
I'm finished
back to the spot, nights alone so long
think maybe I'll write a song . . .
[chorus]
push it all out
I just want to forget
pain and last memories
all I ever get (repeat)
another day, another dollar
but at night, alcoholic squalor
still out bending, why don't I just call her?
to the head, sniff sniff, not trying to see my bed
reminds me of her
puff puff, why can't she hear what I said?
she knows my feelings . . .
"nah, no more osc, my head is peeling"
dok takes off
can't he see that I'm reeling?
fuck it, staying out on the loner
the things I could have shown her
"keep, vodka and tonic, nah, I still haven't phoned her"
I'm just lost in a haze of rejection
amplified by chemical ingestion
got this lovesick infection
I'm guessin I should visit home base
it's Tuesday
buy the news, shit, it's Friday
must be off my face . . .
[chorus]
its been three months since convo
or maybe four
chemical whore, my drinks gone mondo
pronto callin dok
I need some illicit substances
what's that tune, don't know what cut this is
I used to be the quickest cat on the block
tick tock, tick tock, where the fuck could he be
I'm in pain, thinking
I'm really in need
the thoughts drift
I used to think of someone
something
somehow I was miffed
knock knock, yo time to get slapped
my boys are here, what's the haps, what's the haps?
sad news (name bleeped) just passed
life's short it never lasts
"where's my drugs? man, quit talkin nonsense
I'm aching, I'm sore, I need to get minced
give me my tincture . . . "
he shows me a picture
. . . goddamn, now I remember . . .
[chorus]
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Reading this makes me feel all tingly inside 
