You are the hammer I am the nail Building a house In a fire on the hill There is a string That leads me to hope I tied the noose But you are the rope And it was a lie That got me in bed I am the dog You are the shed I cant find the perk In the percocet When you're not around And this is the fight That taught me to feel I am the drunk You are the wheel
So I drink til the night Becomes another day And the day is just another little thing in our way Noone ever chooses to be a flawed design
But life is a joke and death is the punchline

















